I've been in Michigan for the past few days, and it seems a pleasant place. People are friendly and say hi to you when you pass them on the path.
The path I found, behind the apartment complex of my Airbnb, looks like Michigan has looked to me: green everywhere and the air full of moisture. I know I'm not doing Michigan justice. Lizzie loves it, and it seems pretty. There are lots of trees that look like this.
Ultimately, Michigan has not made a great mental or emotional impression on me. It has, however, left its mark upon me in the form of the multiple mosquito bites I now have on my feet and ankles.
Is it their fault your blood is delicious?
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