From June through August, apocalyptic storms, uncivilized masses of trespassers, infuriatingly motionless traffic, and hellacious heat intrude upon my idyllic, bucolic condition. These endless days of summer wear on my fragile sanity.
Tag: crowds
Departure
How do you stand out From the crowd, after you've spent So long blending in? Lost within the flock One in a sea of many It's time to take flight Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
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