I Love
... That I just found a bee in my hair. Really. A dead bee chose my nest of hair as its final resting place. I feel special.
... That they actually have "seasons" here like they did in the books I scoffed at when I was a child learning to identify "autumn." (Which in Atlanta starts the day after Christmas). For instance, those illustrations of September----school starting, kids in sweater-vests NOT dying of heat stroke----it's really happening here!
... That I go to New York and see my babycakes tomorrow.
The End.
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