“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it whirred about and dashed against the blooms of the bright yellow trumpet flower. ...
she stood on the third floor balcony, looking out at nothing actually. it was a bright day, there was a faint chill in the air even though everyone ...
The sun is at it's peak
Look for a cool corner
Gulp an icy treat
It's gonna get warmer
Two friends, mad about love and writing, decided it was time to start something new.
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