Not a straight line.

This time of year I start to yearn for a different place. Any place. I have resigned myself to being grounded by cold and fluctuations in the weather, but by now, I start drooling over Instagram posts from blossom festooned Europe, sandy southern beaches and Asian feasts. Take me there, I tell myself. I whisper back, yes, my dear, it just won't be in a straight line.

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