“But then fall comes,
kicking summer out on its treacherous ass
as it always does one day
sometime after the midpoint of September,
it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed.
It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair
and take out his pipe and light it
and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been
and things he has done since last he saw you.”
(Stephen King, Salem´s Lot)
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