I watched the kids from the neighborhood play under the street lamp…unwilling to let go of the last summer night.  The fall wind quietly entered our neighborhood last night and stirred their hair.  The parents stood around talking about work and how we needed to get in, get the kids to bed but, like the kids, we were really holding on to summer.  We knew what was happening. We knew that another season was ending.  That next summer might be different.  It might be the one that our kids no longer want…

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