Today, I stood in the middle of a violent rainstorm.
Summer washed off my skin and back into the gravel at my feet and I said goodbye as it disappeared, all yellow and dusty and uncharacteristically hot.
Monsoon season's here again.
Summer washed off my skin and back into the gravel at my feet and I said goodbye as it disappeared, all yellow and dusty and uncharacteristically hot.
Monsoon season's here again.
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