They leave tiny imprints on our DNA. Passing on their eccentricities, noses, lips and neurological damage.
They might be dead, our dearly departed dead ancestors, but really they're not.
We are them now.
It's hot hot hot. But not oppressive.
When the wind blows in some direction it gets trapped in window panels and makes this strange noise that sounds like waves on a beach.
And siting on my bed, I hear that noise and it feels like I'm ankle deep in soft grainy sand..balmy breeze with a pulse of just started air conditioning..lightly clothed I stand on some sea shore without the sea of course or even the shore.
So strange and lovely.
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