Dear future hubster,
as an unexpected heatwave has hit the isles, I was yet again reminded that in summer I often have troubles sleeping. Whether this is solely a result of the temperature or has something to do with summer often being transition time remains to be determined.
Maybe it's simply an opportunity for long, soul-searching discussions, from sunset till sunrise.
So open the windows, bring on the chilled sangria, and let's talk about life and love and the meaning of it all.
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