While I know that summer doesn’t officially start until next week’s Solstice, it has already begun in my mind. Mylar graduation balloons bob around front porches throughout my neighborhood. We have popsicles in the freezer and rosé in the fridge. My Instagram ad algorithm has decided we’re shopping for swimsuits.
I rarely venture outside the Midwest dur…
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