A hint of magic lingers in the air…….
A faint echo of “You better not pout, I’m telling you why” whispers through the warm tropic breeze of summer. I look up and the palm trees are swaying in harmony with a melody that transcends from another time or place. It must be the summer heat and the need to cool off because my mind must be playing tricks on me. My lips are parched, my skin tingles as the sun’s rays beam a sweltering 92 degrees. When suddenly out of no where a brisk coolness swirls through the air as I hear...read more
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