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According to my phone we had a high of 109 today. It felt hotter than that... Tomorrow is supposed to be 113, Thursday and Friday 115. Argh! I hate summer!
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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