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Gone Is Summer

Subway Speed

Sometimes I feel like a subway trian


Last week I wore shorts on a romp around Hradcany Castle. The sun beat with intensity reserved for July. Dust came up behind the tromping tourists (Italians in too tight jeans; Americans in busting-beyond-the-waistband bodies; Brits in frump or footy tees). The royal falcons perched regally in the raptor sanctuary.This morning the air breathes at a frigid 39 degrees. And it’s raining.

Reminds me of Chicago!

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