The End of August

As the quietness of evening deepens, a gentle breeze comes carrying the crisp scents of fallen leaves and damp soil. Together with the rustling of leaves, they form a prelude that announces the end of a long day and sets the scene for a dreamy autumn night.

//My hometown, autumn season - August 2023//

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“Their pennies just keep on coming in

The spirits still soaking in their sins

Some say they’re even born again

See what you can find at the end of the line

There’s no end in time at the end of the line

There’s no peace of mind at the end of the line

You can run, you can’t hide at the end of the line

And there’s no peace of mind at the end of the line.”

(Quoted from ‘The End of August’ by Yanni)

Done