It is too hot to garden.
It is too hot to cycle.
It is too hot to play my sax.
I am happy.
But I would like my chair.
fragments of a writer's life
It is too hot to garden.
It is too hot to cycle.
It is too hot to play my sax.
I am happy.
But I would like my chair.
fragments of a writer's life
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