Late September holds onto the summer like that promise you made you can never forget.
My girl Carmen:
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
- William Wordsworth, September
L’uva settembrina, è fragola zuccherina.
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