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I found it in an antique store, an old, faded photograph. A vine covered porch, a family in what looks like Sunday best, posed. Dark suited father, mother in a dark skirt and white blouse, and four daughters in white dresses. One girl with a sailor tie and collar. Between two of the girls sits ...
. . . that middle-of-August-summer-is-almost-over fragrance of time past. I've smelled September twice now in just the last few days. And yesterday the wind had the sharp feel that always caused my mother to say, 'better take a sweater with you.' The air has been filled with a nostalgic bit...