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The heat is gutting my soul; I’m ready for days to grow cold; I might not make it to old; if this heat remains oh-so-bold! LikeLike
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The heat is gutting my soul; I’m ready for days to grow cold; I might not make it to old; if this heat remains oh-so-bold!
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Finally the cold is here!
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I can’t believe I’m sitting here reading this with a space heater warming me!
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I’m ready for that heater now!
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well written and the image is cute
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Thank you, Kalabalu! It was a long hot summer for sure.
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And that heat will, continue on…
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Singin’- “Here I go again on my own!” ☀️
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