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Dec 2016
The sun beats down on the asphalt and the heat rises like an oven. Scalding the air until it burns your lungs just to breathe. A red cone sits on the corner, holding back the blood of the streets. Then from no where, the tap is pulled open and the flood of water rises into the air. Running slowly so as not to fall flat on the sizzling street, you dash into the spray and feel the semi-cool water wash over you as you run back out into the blazing heat. As quickly as you become wet and get a minor bit of relief from the urban hell, the water evaporates and steam makes the air even more unbearable, so you dash back into the downpour and try to stay in the wild stream as others dash around trying to escape the umbrella of fire that covers the whole neighborhood. In a few stolen moments, a fountain of life spews forth and makes you feel a bit more alive as the street crackles and cracks from the water as it releases the heat demons that were trapped in the asphalt and cement of the city sidewalks and streets.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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