The air is extremely thick. Choking, even. The critters are making all sorts of noises perhaps sounding the alarm. One’s face has a special glow with no cited source for the hue. Need to sleep. But here again come the memories. The rain promises to clean up the streets. However, it will litter it up with flying debris. You’re never rid of the garbage. Just gets shaped and shifted and kicked down the road. A storm is brewing. And, there’s no coffee.
Psychologist MImi Philosophy
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