Wandering aimlessly in the back lanes
It is a bloody humid Sunday. The stench of garbage and the swarm of flies makes the intense humidity unbearable. Sweat dripping from my forehead down to my neck, flowing endlessly. Drenched t-shirt, suffocating. The sight of the alley, refreshing but despite the shade, the weather is unkind to mortals. We walkabout, wandering aimlessly, unable […]
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