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In this amniotic wind, in this hot summer season, our souls melt into the ether and return with fresh wisdom.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 13, 2021.
Hot wind came to whisper the story of summer, the same tale now as that in eons passed.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 13, 2021.
Green flags in a bonny hot wind were the sentry palms. I always saw them as a salut to the sea, a welcoming of green after such an expanse of blue.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 13, 2021.