When I woke up this morning, I texted my friends “happy solstice” the same way I might say “merry Christmas” or “happy birthday.” Because if I can’t note the beginning of the longest day of the year what’s the point of noticing anything? Usually every week of my life feels much the same: a mix of writing and friends and shifts at the restaurant that are…
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