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Summer at Citrus Court
Growing up in Chicago I lived for summer. For three months out of the year we could reliably count on good weather—along with some humidity and summer storms but also genuinely warm nights spent completely outside. Come June all the sudden everyone is Chicago had a convertible, every restaurant boasted patios larger than their insides and boats on Lake Michigan magically appeared along the sparkling city skyline. With an August 12th birthday, everyone always was eager to cele

Monica Simanovsky
May 253 min read
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