10/17
There’s a steady breeze from the south, cool enough to prickle the skin on my arms where I’m sitting in
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There’s a steady breeze from the south, cool enough to prickle the skin on my arms where I’m sitting in
Dark and windy. The crickets are giving a steady chirp, punctuated by wind chimes and rustling leaves. The roar of
Waiting in the car. The air conditioner is blasting loudly at full speed, and the 8 year old has control
It’s one of those hot and sticky days. The advertisements in my inbox assure me that this is the last