I’m sitting outside trying to read and it’s too hot!
High above in the blue sky of no-clouds a buzzard circles and calls, down here a butterfly skits from just-opened flower to just-opened-before-that flower.
Too hot to read, my brain can’t take it in - so I’ll try and write instead.
Guess what? – The keyboard is too hot to touch! So I either have to go inside to carry on or stay here and stop
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