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40 Degrees Celsius

40 Degrees Celsius

The sun spun miles of golden yarn
That stretched into an obscured distance
The earth gave off an exudation
That blurred the eye and weakened the senses

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hmmmm... and I boiled! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
World class imagery as always, Leonard. My hat is off to you. Warmest regards, Sandra