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I fear August.  I fear the slyness and swiftness with which it moves.  I fear the beautiful ring of its name: ancient, robust, wise.  And I fear the force with which it departs. I feel rattled.  Unsteady.  Restless. My breaths are short and hurried. My belly quivers. I lost both of my children in theContinue reading “August Has Come”