August is the poignant month of mixed feelings. There is that sense of summer winding down and the approaching return to the straighter laces of fall. And yet, the land is so ripe and rich with growth and color, the air layered with sound: the buzz of insects, the call of birds, the crunching about on the forest floor. Even when it’s thick and silent, the ever-changing clouds seem to fill that space with a visual song of their own.
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