Hot air heaving maelstroms of boiling moisture. Little pinpricks of roast sand. Dust fog , heat haze. Tunnel vision. And very dehydrated thoughts.
No , there's nothing special about July around here.
Still there's always the promise of a better place you reach riding a damn good song. With the day comes the resolution : you'll be looking for it.
And then you know it's never too late to have a July morning.
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