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Jun 2020
The pollen swooped down gallantly
to cause a fuzz inside the nostrils of all neighborly humans strolling down the paved walkways. It was here in summer’s heat that all humid thoughts soaked her and left her smelling of her own sweat.

She should of picked another hour, a different time of day to go out and water the plants, but routine is hard to beat.
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Los Angeles, CA
(31/Los Angeles, CA)   
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