1 The neighbours a few doors down have cut down every single tree on their half acre lot. I'm so very grateful for our abundance of trees and the shade and shelter we get. I'm sad to see all those lovelies gone.
2 The oscillating fan moves ever so slowly across and back again. The breeze touches my skin like whispers of silk.
3 I'm finally able to put my hair up into the tiniest of pony tails. I like that it's off of my neck and face.
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