Flapping on the inside

I once saw a toddler eating a Washtenaw Dairy donut and literally flapping his arms with joy. As I enjoyed mine nearby, I realized that I, too, was flapping on the inside. Consecutive days above 60 degrees, with sunshine? Groovin’ on the inside. And possibly also on the outside. Sweet .gif courtesy of Shana

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