Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on July 19, 2013
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Wow. It’s hot. Holiday hot. Sapphire sky hot. BBQ out now hot. Endless washing line fill hot. Tarmac tacky almost wet hot Haze even on the gem green grass hot. Jeans unto shorts unto bikini hot. Sleep elusive and duvet gone crazy hot. Melted…
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