Is there any week in the year that inspires the same wistfulness as the first one of September? The abrupt arrival of the month feels particularly potent this time around, as if someone flipped a switch at August’s end and suddenly it’s autumn. Here in New York the light is suddenly coming down like golden syrup and the evening breeze is carrying a chil…
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