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Suffering Without Bought Air

We went to visit Old Grandma over Labor Day weekend. As usual, it was wonderful. Except. The temperature was somewhere around 88 in the shade on the back porch, and the humidity was so high that the air felt like fog. Sweat streamed down my face while I lied in bed, running down my eye brows and stinging my eyeballs, jolting me from sleep. My clothes were in a state of constant wetness, as if I’d spent the whole day exerting myself. The thick air weighed down on our bodies like sand, thick, heavy, sweat-producing sand that made it difficult … Read more