This opening is pure poetry. So beautiful and evocative.

My great-grandmother, my beautiful Naomi, would say heat created the southern drawl. That the defenseless and unprotected vocal cords got overheated and began to melt, like butter, causing crisp sounds to become stretched and loose. Words languished up the throat, then tumbled out the mouth. The drawl, similar to dimples then, was an endearing aspect that stemmed from a heat-induced deformity. I never believed it.
[It]Feels Like [Too Much] Summer
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Mary DeVries
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Sep 14, 2021
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This opening is pure poetry. So beautiful and evocative.
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Written by Mary DeVries4.2K Followers
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I delight, despair and write about a life lived around the world. Fueled by Yorkshire Gold tea.
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