the death of summer

the death of summer

Driving through Wisconsin, it is time for things to be picked, plucked, and things to start dying. LIke our freedom. Students and teachers alike cry, and cry, and no one else feels sorry for us! Here we are, trying to squeeze out meaning of these final days. It feels like impending death. How cheerful!

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