It’s September first. Sure, we have some warm days left, maybe even some hot ones, but the air is forever changed, for this season, anyway. So we adapt. We change with the dwindling days and if a sweater is what’s needed to preserve some warmth, we don one. This summer has been a season of sand and smiles, but Irene wiped the summer footprints like an etch-a-sketch, and her cruel winds and seemingly endless rains did some damage. The beach will never be the same and neither will we. So we change. We adapt.
Were’s my sweater?
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