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July never seemed so strange

Adriana Grant

I know why you’re listening and it’s because you want to know what the weather is. There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house and a lot of green grows there. That is the way it happens sometimes here. Two crows bicker in the intersection. A box of tissues in the rearview mirror. I don’t know that I need to know more than that.

Adriana Grant

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