We are all wounded people dealing with messy emotions in a confusing, uncertain, sometimes scary world..

 “Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.”

― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

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