This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. — Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
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This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.

— Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
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