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It may be more than numerological, perhaps the particular stage of the season, just a month past summer's peak.
The most beautiful woman in my world passed a month prior to the winter solstice. She always made perfect sense.
My stupid father strove to suffer throughout the winter, then croaked just prior to spring. Go figure.
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