When the magnolias are fading and the air is heavy with humidity and honeysuckle, women find themselves pliable like a rubber garden hose softened from the day’s sun.
Draped across chaises and swings, embracing the heat and hiding from it in equal measure. Beads of sweat dripping down our shoulder blades, the juice of ripe peaches dripping from our hand…
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