Rants of Brevity #5

The dawn had just arrived, but the stickiness had long been set.

The air was thick and muggy.

It was like a weight on your shoulders, not enough to weigh you down, but just enough so you wont forget.

Sweat had already and begun to forge its trails down your neck.

You feel the rush of warm air touch you. Its soothing nature against your dampened skin grabs your attention 

 
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