Dear Lord, please turn down the furnace in southern California. It is way too hot to think, move, breathe, love, and even sleep!! I would however like to thank you for the bounty from the garden. From which I will make a delicious bruschetta and then have a bottle of wine. Bon.
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I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair