File under: tired portraits when it is 31°C (88F) in the house at 11pm and the air is filled with bush fire smoke (not close). Too hot to grieve properly, too hot to be loved, too hot to sleep, too hot to know where I want to go if I leave. Too hot to have long hair, pin it up and fantasise about shaving it off. Stray ringlet and eyes drawn into dark circles.
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