bimble

By monkus

waking into a blanket of heat, ice in the coffee hills hiding within the haze, too warm for the city, enough leeway to head north, the scented ocean and the breeze blowing in off the water, the shelter of trees and then a cycle back down towards the gloom hung across the city, darkening skies 101 and its siblings darker yet against the faded frieze of the southern hills...

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