August is the no man’s land of the calendar year. The sweaty armpit of our twelve months. It’s still a thousand degrees outside and the long summer days have lost a bit of their luster. I find myself craving an overcast, chilly day and a hot cup of tea. Of course, I also live in Los Angeles, so I may just have to settle for pretending via television and…
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