Summer’s end is nigh. Come to the garden posthaste to revel in all that has been lost to time. Release your inner bard with some poetry, or perhaps saunter on over to groveling grove to curse at the heavens. Additional festivities include: a sad catwalk down the alley, a weeping station, and the ceremonial smoking of candy cigarettes.

Dress to impress (think Lana Del Ray) and perhaps bring your favorite comfort food. It’s time to get sad.

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