September is like the worst month of the year. It’s the final quarter of work, the weather fluctuates between cold and hot, and the sun grows less by the day. I have always found September to be a miserable month of returning to the drudgery of habitual life. Maybe we have been trained that it’s the beginning of a new school year, a new beginning—school was miserable for me.
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Writings and Travels of Lina Em