August is near its end.
September creeping in.
We’ve had fires this late before.
Smoke billows from the south over the hills.
It’s hazy.
It’s hot.
Please let it rain.
"you shouldn't judge a book by its cover" - what lies beneath could bear an element of surprise
My aunt and paternal grandmother had made arrangements to take my cousin and me on a California adventure. I believe were about eight and...
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