October went, and took something with it. It's hard to say exactly what, but it seems this way every year when the events of the month are over, when the time changes back over, when the weather begins to turn cool. It's like preparing for a long hibernation . . . some things get folded up and put away for a while. If we're fortunate, we'll get to take them out again when the warmer breezes blow.
"Youth's a stuff will not endure," as Feste sings.
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