http://slow.writerscafe.org/tannit2089 The original writings of author Tannit en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033895 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's summer again. Hot and dry and eating my bones, and it makes me realize that it's been more than a year since I left. Seventeen months. 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