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Charlene Hundred Day Diary 1 Comment

Day 15 of 100, Singapore (above image from the Strange Nature project)

Sun relentless on concrete. We know which will win, despite the bulwark of the other.

“The monsoon is dying,” my mother said, perched at the window, facing the cloned block across the carpark.

Late rains have come and gone, a reluctant wetting in the face of its heat.

Today, a shivery harbinger whispered “water.”

And respite, in these shadow hours, cool wetly, our fevered skins.

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