Whence flew the Summer?

Whence flew the Summer? It is starting to get chilly at night.

This is bringing back memories of shoveling the car out of six feet of snow to go to work. Only now I work much further into the sticks, down a steep and curving hill.

Oh, lordy! Mosquitoes or Winter?

There’s a name for what I am doing now. I will stop doing it and go read a book.
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