A night which is exceedingly humid, the sweat of my overheated body denies me of any relief from this torridly hot summer. Electrical fans have been the main source of cooling and providing a blessed breeze. Characters dancing around in this former child's imagination are brewing like a percolator of hot coffee. Fingers, long and plain, type the letters forming the imagined flow of words molding this fiction.
The ride is not always smooth on this second hand tricycle. The involvement of effort is of utmost importance. Run on the sidewalk and skin your knees trying to attain sentences of the highest quality, in your own opinion. Midnight has come and passed with no particular interest from this author. After all it is only time, or an organization of time invented by humans. Night time has pulled its shade down, blocking out the sun until the wee hours of the morning. Another day will soon be arriving in a couple of hours. In the meantime, writing is in the forefront.
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