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The end of summer.

For me, Labor Day has always been the psychological end of summer. I know that the weather generally continues to be pleasant, and sometimes even gets warmer that August, but that isn't the point.

When I was a kid I used to go to the beach all the time. But the day after Labor Day the beach was deserted, the sky was overcast, and the water was rough with mean looking breakers.

So today, like every year, I lament the end of summer.

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