These days slide by, they’re all sweaty brows and t-shirts sticking to hot skin. To stay cool, we lay naked under the overhead fan, it feels like a cool soft breath on our foreheads and knees. We wait for the night, we hope it will sneak in through the front door with a cold, dry hand reaching down our spines. But in the summer, Athens breath is thick and dewy, it’s wet with heat and pools in the creases of our bodies. There is no shade dark enough, no lake clear enough, no drink tall enough, to relieve us from this hot fog. So we flare up with it, burn bright with the sun and make the best of this summer spell.
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