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After moving to L.A. from San Francisco, with its perpetually chilly summers, it took me ages to warm up. But 2014 has been the hottest year on record in California, and here in the Southland, it has felt like one eternal season of sweaty weather. (It’s going to be 90 tomorrow.) In the last few days, I’ve noticed how much the light has changed. Ordinarily that harbinger of fall makes me wistful. Now, I can’t wait.
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