Summer is ending. And I'm sad as always. I don't like cold, rains, gray skies and clouds. I don't like that season, no. I kind of like Halloween and Yule tide, yes, but in general, October, November, January and sometimes February are the worst. Apparently I'll die in fall or winter. If not, I'd probably be lucky to pass away looking at the Sun. Summer, I miss you every hour.

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