Faerie Paths — Hot Summer

Laura Jade 

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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