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It’s been dry for six weeks. The heat and humidity are oppressive; a powerful sedative that saps all energy from both body and mind. The evenings are when we come alive now, the vermilion sunsets and the sweet, cool wind breathing new life into tired limbs.
As I walk I can feel the tarmac, sticky under the soles of my shoes. From nowhere, a brief tang of ozone fills the air, and all is still. Fat, warm drops of Sunday rain begin to fall, washing the thin film of summer dust from the cars; making our city shine.
Hi, my name's Mark. I'm trying to come up with some ideas for a book. Think of this as my online writing notebook: ideas, stories, beginnings, endings. Things that just pop into my mind. I'm also on Twitter as @markeebee.
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