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Summer is heating up. It's hot out there on the dusty plains. So I'm not even going to pretend on this one. Not that I pretend when I post. More like, slink and dart a little. Tucking little spitballs of truth between the ebb and tide of words, a sense of rhythm and momentum. Moving. Always upward and outward. Or seaward.
A message in a bottle thrown high and wide.
Tossing truth out there in the hopes of hearing, Oh yeah. That. Me too.
So here's the thing. And it's not easy to say.
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