Sweltering

It is sweltering, the temperature in triple digits. My depression rolls through like tumbleweed in this ghost town of ideas. The greenery of life razed by wildfires; I see lightning to the North. Good Lord, it’s hot. My problem is still unresolved. Somewhere there is a solution, an answer in plain sight. I imagine there is a hefty price to collect it.

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