August, wrote Tove Jansson, ‘is the border between summer and autumn.’ This whole month exists as an in-between space—it’s the summer equivalent of the deep midwinter days of hush that sit amid Christmas and January. For those of us whose lives must follow an academic calendar (or those for whom the passing months will forever carry academic echoes), Au…
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