The end of summer is not just a season. I believe it is also one of the soul. Neither beautiful nor ugly, just different. I have always thought that the end of summer accompanies any change: the abandonment of something we have experienced and the beginning of something new. A light nostalgia that is accompanied by spots of warm colors, projecting towards the future. I love the middle seasons, autumn and spring. I love the flow of time within this space of the seasons. In each one I leave something of myself. In each one I take something with me. I prepare myself for the life that changes.
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The end of summer is not just a season. I believe it is also one of the soul. Neither beautiful nor ugly, just different. I have always thought that the end of summer accompanies any change: the abandonment of something we have experienced and the beginning of something new. A light nostalgia that is accompanied by spots of warm colors, projecting towards the future. I love the middle seasons, autumn and spring. I love the flow of time within this space of the seasons. In each one I leave something of myself. In each one I take something with me. I prepare myself for the life that changes.
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