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Jumping Past Fall All The Way to Christmas

First Day Of Fall

I prefer to think of it as the first day of fall versus the LAST DAY OF SUMMER.  That's just too depressing.  I hate to see summer go.  And once again my lonely bathing suit never got to see water.  It just seems like summer days even though they are longer in reality, are much too short in usage.  I can't fit in all the things I intend to do.  During the winter months I dream and plan.  Then come September I wonder what in the world happened.