I brush the perspiration from my chin, the excess trickles down my neck and pools between my breasts.
A summer orchestra of cicadas, heat pumps and ice-cream trucks lulls me into a stupor.
The neon Georgia sun threatens to fry my retinas so I slip on my Ray Bans.
Sunbathers jockey around the pool making deposits on their dermatologists’ mortgages.
The aquamarine water promises cool caresses benea…
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