Heat

The summer heat and a picnic in a grand park on several blankets belonging to different strangers. Somehow your blanket and their blanket touch because of a common friend whose birthday wish is to celebrate by eating endless and glorious snacks. There’s a man in a hammock sleeping or reading, another dancing with nothing but a hoola hoop, shirtless with
cordless earbuds where he shuts out the world but at the same time invites everyone to watch. A lady with an expensive camera lens snaps a picture upclose of the tattoo spread across his chest. Languid conversation ensues. The sun is creeping ever so slowly to the edge of the shade on my blanket.

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