I sat on the porch this morning smoking an Olivia G, my first real cigar in many years. At 3.5 inches, it's a stubby little stick that at nearing an hour I was only barely reaching the halfway mark. My son was sleeping with his mother in our bed curled around each other in a human Yin Yang. The sun was rising and it was already 70 degrees. Summer
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