Filthy pink and inky purple clouds on a late Saturday afternoon. Floating boils flanked by streaks in the interim. The whole display wearing lancing sunbeam crown. A moment of time one would find in a Kodiak catalog. A random stranger, laboring in the heat, stops to take mental pictures of the same image. Shadows slowly melting over familiar school asphalt. Lungs tinted a frothy shade of rose. Promises of massages and lust that go unfulfilled. Again.
11:03 a.m. - 2018-07-16
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