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Jun 2020
After the rain, the heat breaks and dissipates,
and the air sits lightly on my skin.
There is space for us to breathe.

For some time, our nostrils wistfully recall the
pavement's sweltering heat as fat droplets
hurled themselves to destruction.
Caitlin Stanway-Williams
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Caitlin Stanway-Williams  25/F
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