Summers are not meant to be remembered, but to be remembered.
Their echo is often more intense than their reality.
The memory of the caress of the sun is warmer and more lasting than the fleetingness of feeling. real of its rays.
We regretfully leave summer behind, but bathed in its light and charged with its energy, we rush into the new school year.
A perpetual summer.
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