Mondays come and go, and now I finally feel ready for the insufferable heat. In this countdown to the middle, the halfway point of the center does not hold. It’s enough to make you wonder if all those times you were unhappy if you were delusional, or is that the case now that the world has lost its influence on your heart? Whatever keeps things in motion deprives the emptiness from taking hold, and that is all I know this Monday past the middle of a desperately dry summer. 


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