Only six short months ago, as we huddled in boots and wool socks, sipping hot cocoa, we were secretly dreaming of a time when the wind would whip our hair, and not chill us.
We dreamed of Summer and all her glory…
And running through the sprinklers.
And drippy ice-cream cones.
And belly-flops.
And sun-kissed checks.
And sand between the toes.
And succulent . . . → Read More: In Honor of Summer
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