Today's OneWord: Climate

I wanted to stay in that town, but the climate was getting to me, both physically and emotionally. The dry, cold air made my nostrils itch and throb, and sometimes, when I sneezed, I spotted dashes and splatters of clotted blood on the tissue I used.

Morrison didn't want to leave. They were so convinced that this place was the home we could have for our children. But I wouldn't allow it. The overcast skies, the frost, the rain - it was dragging my spirit down.

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