It’s the middle of November and I’m laying in the grass with my bare feet, watching my toddler chase the geese around the lake. It’s a perfect 70 degrees for the 70th day in a row and the sun is shining on my face like it’s the middle of Springtime in May, not like it’s the end of the year and “Christmas” in a few weeks. [ 351 more words ]
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