It’s so hot even the cicadas are complaining. One can’t even walk down the street. Like running in water, the dense, sweltering air slows us all to a saunter. Summertime. And the livin’ is easy. Contemplating life from the porch, because it’s too hot to think. Even my sazerac sweats down the side I use […]
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