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 I think the only real way to describe my feelings under sunny skies is something like hearing a jazz band on a cool New Orleans fall day while sitting at a table full of hot red crawfish while getting a neck rub from Daniel Craig, or Megan Fox; take your pick.
After nearly two months, our weather here in Manhattan has finally cooperated affording us at least two-thirds of a sunny day, breezy, a bit humid but we'll take it. It's weird how the weather affects me. Clouds and rain equal no gym, fussy attitude, stoic sensibility and pie eating while sun equals everything else; gym, laughs, happy thoughts and doing my own tour of street fair food.. KnowWhatIMean? Viva en sol!
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