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Alas; I feel the warm breeze of Summer drifting further away like the tides. The icy grasp of Winter has not yet arrived, but already the days are shorter with less sunshine. I hesitate to reach for a jacket on my way out the door to the beach; thinking that somehow this may delay the inevitable.
I walk along the beach, noticing that my Chessie "Cobi" is now less inclined to jump into the waves-my first sign of Summer slipping quietly toward Winter.
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