ost people fall into two clear camps. There are the summer babies, who M would exist barefoot and salty-skinned year round, if only the sun would keep shining. Then there are those more hibernal creatures, who long for the leaves to drop and a brisk wind to rise; any excuse to fish warm knits and thick coats out
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May 22, 2024
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