I want to dream about waking up in the cute little house that we built on a 40-acre plot where my husband can frolic in the rows of tomatoes and our cats can roam free but all I can think about is how hot it's going to be. I love the weather here. I don't want to move back there. It's hot, humid, and backward. Not like backward in thinking (although yes, that too) but like not forward. Not expansive, challenging, or wet.
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