I miss you.
I promise a good long post on Saturday.
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Day 16: Something I miss
Um, I miss the rains
Down in Africa; and the
When I was, say, 8-15, my sister and I would spend our summers in Michigan with our dad and stepmom.
We spent a lot of time at Dow Gardens, and we went to farmers markets and square dances and fishing and swimming and day camps.
I miss that.