Oh to be here.
The heat rising up like a child’s soap bubble on a mission to reach the clouds. Like being inside the kind of blister Mother used to get when she forgot to put on her socks and played tennis in sneakers barefoot, it was.
My new envisioning with the rest of it at the link.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1997-high-noon-in
