The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
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The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.

— Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
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