Week #7--End of Summer

[wordsof_lore]

                The air was hot and thick.  A layer of humidity placed itself over our heads like a blanket. It did not feel like summer had come to an end.

His sunglasses were hiding his eyes. I could see myself reflected in them. I did not like what I saw. His Jeep Wrangler was packed with boxes and pillows and garbage bags full

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[aprodite_dream]

How lovely, I can imagine loads could evolve from this.