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THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK

August is that last flicker of fun and heat before everything fades and dies. The final moments of fun before the freeze. In the winter, everything changes.
– Rasmenia Massoud

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.
– Henry Rollins

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
– Sylvia Plath

August is like the Sunday of summer.
– Unknown

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
– Denise Levertov

August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing it for next five.
– Crestless Wave

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.
– Sara Baume

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.
– Sue Monk Kidd

August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.
– Henry Rollins