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 Day melted into sweltering night even the cicadas striking a single note too weary for a full philharmonic. The stars dripped from heaven like a badly painted Van Gogh and a coyote coughed. The moon stayed low in an Arctic nowhere. Yet you, my love, were only just getting ready.

via 50 Word Stories – Melting — Richard M. Ankers

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