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I always loved it when my mother reminded me that I was born at noon on a September Saturday. A breath of September's fresh air and gentle breeze were my first. I cannot deny that there are others who remind me of her. Sometimes it's in their name, and not always what they do. I like April, but she can be wet and stormy; often suspenseful. I like the sound of November and her symbols of harvest time. I like October's name as well, and her official initiation of Autumn. And who cannot like December bringing merriness and gifts? But of September, with great affection, I must say, "I love her more". I see her as a defender of fairness, standing between the heat and the freeze. She's my ambassador of goodwill, advocating refrain and pleading for reprieve. 555PM091121PS