by Zoe Pollock

In another of Caroline Lazar reports from McSweeney's "Oh My Gawd: A Column About A Teenager Navigating Religion" we get her very contemporary and contemplative read on the end of the season:

We pack up trunks of summer skin and easy living in our attics to prepare for the chill of fall but the ream of summer scenes of the sun pinching our cheeks can stay in frames on the wall until next year. Until then, we can continue to search for summer in our worn bathing suits and straw hatsplucking leftover crumbs of sand out like specks of the seasonin anticipation of all meeting again.

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