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The heat had hands. It pressed at the walls, the air, the body. By evening, I felt less like a person than something weathered through. My clothes were wet. I felt ***** beaten down— not by a person, but by heat, unrelenting in its temperature. One air conditioner broken, the other fighting to survive. My cat looking for shade when there was none. Waking today to cooler weather, a welcome reprieve but spirit and body still weary.
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7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:45 AM UTC
Battered
The heat had hands. It pressed at the walls, the air, the body. By evening, I felt less like a person than something weathered through. My clothes were wet. I felt ***** beaten down— not by a person, but by heat, unrelenting in its temperature. One air conditioner broken, the other fighting to survive. My cat looking for shade when there was none. Waking today to cooler weather, a welcome reprieve but spirit and body still weary.
barbara-r-maxwell
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7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:45 AM UTC
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