These last gold and green and blue days are to be spent with the Sun on your skin and the Winds in your hair. Breathe it in, savor it, and hold it close, for its memory will be a beloved companion when Winter winds blow.
And we will go a walking in those fields my love, my dearest, and remember times when we were young. How we have watched the seasons change the land, shaping it, a gradual grinding down, much as its eternal rhythm shapes and changes us.
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