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May 2014
Intense heat. That’s when I work. That’s when I can start feeling the emotions flow through my veins. My head must be productively heated for my brain to function. My pupils have to be dilated. My body active and energetic. My mood fierce. My thoughts sharp. My senses alert. I have to have my heat to function. Without heat I will rot and wither away.
Monkey
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Monkey  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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