Dear Sunshine…I admit it…I need you

I've decided I'm part plant. You know, those things that start as a seed and uncurl little leaves?  It's why I pout when my herb garden withers.  It's why I lose pigmentation when I'm stuck indoors under thick cloud cover.  My mother, tongue-in-cheek, said she’d be a sun worshiper if she wasn't a Christian, and I think that I've inherited her sun adoration. Halfway through drafting…


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