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  • Story. In which my husband drinks coffee. It's hot, he thinks and I think it's cool. Much better than winter. I'd rather be hot. Much rather but then I'm not from Minnesota or anything. I relish in inextinguishable heat like the equator offers. Color. But, do prefer an ocean nearby. A little nearer by even. Across the yard would be best. For sunsets, for husbands and for love, as Creeley says. For Love.
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