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When the harvest moon comes out,we feel the pangs of place.American schools hold homecomings. Jews build booths.Chinese families reunite to stare into the sky.There is something fundamentally human in the autumn air,the feeling that things have turned,cyclically,but irrevocably all the same.The fruits of the bygone summer are picked,positions are consolidated, the long winter is braced for.It’s a good time to think about who our neighbors are,and where we call home.
When the harvest moon comes out, we feel the pangs of place. American Schools hold homecomings. Jews build booths.Chinese families reunite to stare into the sky.There is something fundamentally human in the autumn air, the feeling that things have turned, cyclically , but irrevocably all the same.The fruits of the bygone summer are picked, positions are consolidated, the long winter is braced for.It’s a good time to think about who our neighbors are, and where we call home.