It’s one of those days – where I reach the end of the day and suddenly realize I haven’t captured that glistening moment yet. (There are a lot of those days.) So I rush outside where the sun is gone, and catch a glimpse of the last roses of summer.
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
~Thomas More
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