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The weather app says it’s 32 degrees, yet I walk around being slow-roasted alive. No amount of water quenches this thirst, no passing wind cools the skin enough to feel human again. Who looked at this burning rock and called it habitable?
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:51 AM UTC
Habitable?
The weather app says it’s 32 degrees, yet I walk around being slow-roasted alive. No amount of water quenches this thirst, no passing wind cools the skin enough to feel human again. Who looked at this burning rock and called it habitable?
The summer has been brutal.
Darksoul
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32/F/India
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:51 AM UTC
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