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Pollen

Every year I relive the same stupid love affair with Georgia weather. I pine for the warm breeze, green leaves, and bunches of flowers to replace the dreary dead trees, freezing temps, and early sunsets. When spring shows it’s face I’m ecstatic, running around as if reunited with a long lost lover. Then my arch nemesis, the clouds of pollen, punch me in the face and put a miserable barrier between myself and the outdoors. I spent all of yesterday essentially snotting up my lungs and wishing I were dead.

I don’t like to turn to medication but this is pretty extreme so I’m putting myself back on a regimen of antihistamines. You win this time, Ga. You win everytime.

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