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 Nov 15 03, 03:26
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Weeping sweat. Inverted asphalt. Bare feet. I lick salt from my upper lip. Warm air comes from the fan. Wet hair. Itchy skin. Dare not move. Stuck to the vinyl couch. Peel me like an apple. Unglue the clothes from my skin. Cold washcloth has gone hot. Breathing on ice cubes. Exhaustion seeps through the pores. |
  
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Nov 22 03, 13:32
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Makes me tired just to think of all that heat, Jess.
It's a mild November day in Liverpool. The temp. is 5 degrees Centigrade, and we are promised that we shall be snug and cosy indoors tonight when outside, the Mersey wind will bring a cool -1 . 75 is a heat wave.  Hugz Tom . |
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Dove Mirage Nov 15 03, 03:26 
Zeus˛ Jessica,
Oh that icky feeling. This is such an int... Nov 15 03, 04:09 Dove QUOTE(Zeus˛ @ Nov. 15 2003, 02:09)Oh that ick... Nov 16 03, 03:00 Cybele Good Morning
I do look forward to reading your p... Nov 16 03, 04:34 Dove QUOTE(Cybele @ Nov. 16 2003, 02:34)I do look ... Nov 21 03, 18:17 Pygmalion hi jess!
you lived in the tropics, huh! ... Nov 21 03, 22:28 
Lecta I like it! I enjoyed how you conveyed the imag... Nov 25 03, 15:06 1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
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