This was my very first blog post, back in 2010. I thought I’d share with you today, given that today is, well, you know ;)
Once upon a time a baby girl was about to be born… she was due some time late August, early September. But something went wrong and the birth ended up happening in June. On the Summer Solstice, to be exact.
Of course the Stork was completely unprepared -which is only understandable given that it was not supposed to happen for another two months. She was
drunk completely wasted.
She misread the directions or dropped the compass or something and the poor baby girl ended up being delivered in a tropical country. Not bad – some would say, for someone being born on the Summer Solstice. You know, Summer… tropical… kinda the same thing, temperature-wise.
25 degrees Celsius (plus humidex) all year round sounds like a dream come true for most people. Not for the Summer Solstice Girl. With a high sensitivity to sun in the form of both light and…
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