|Gorgeous, right? Straight from Robyn's wonderful workplace!|
is the whispering of wind
fingering its way toward you from fall.
Bright sun beams down from buses and backpacks
but not forever.
See that leaf, with the tiniest hint of something other than green?
It's pointing toward September. October. Beyond.
Pointing to you. And the person you'll grow into.
August, still August, is not really still
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