Quiet morning. Fans no longer growl.
Thunderstorms sliced through the heat
then retreated.
A single gentle breeze
peeks under the easterly curtains
then drops them
back into place.
Quiet morning. Fans no longer growl.
Thunderstorms sliced through the heat
then retreated.
A single gentle breeze
peeks under the easterly curtains
then drops them
back into place.
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