I’ve never liked Septembers. In Atlanta it might as well be called Fake Ass Fall. September teases good weather and clear skies, only to hit you over the head with a second Summer that makes you question your sanity. You know that somewhere the idyllic, Instagrammable version of Fall exists, but for southerners it might as well be happening on the moon.…
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