My phone has been feeding me a steady stream of tomato content since late May. I was inundated with tomato propaganda and lured into meandering accounts of the “Tomato Girl Summer” aesthetic. (It’s Mediterranean-inspired. It’s whimsical. It’s linen. It’s “effortless” but in that aspirational, I-definitely-did-not-wake-up-like-this-but-if-you-ask-me-dire…
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