This week I was reminded that life in Atlanta in the spring is covered in pollen.
Scout is green. Each morning I turn on the windshield spray, and streaks of green shoot up the side of the windshield and onto the side windows. Our shoes make tracks on the porch, and on the table, which I had wiped off yesterday, is a message for my roommate.
It'll all be gone in two weeks.
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It'll be gone tomorrow if I can find the hose.
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