A picture of summer..
Lemon yellow takes me back to a simpler time when I would spend summers with my grandma in Marin. She had lemon trees in her front yard and every morning I would pick as many as I could reach and throughout the day I’d eat slices sprinkled with sugar.
I’m waxing nostalgic I know, but for the briefest moment my head is in the cloudy y…
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