Summer wind brings forth distant memories.
Meanwhile, stale cigarette smoke stings the eyes.
The ever present existential dread floating just above
Like a billowing thunderhead. Tut-tut,
Looks like rain. Little do they know, rain. brings subtle joy.
Joy in a sense that, while no moves can be made
Without sacrifice of advantageous position,
The time and place are ripe for the accomplishment of
crucial action
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