Henrietta is hot, sweltering hot and in this heat everything sticks to your damp back. words and sounds and glances and the feeling of breath on the back of your neck and knees bumping and lungs sighing. pollen and love is in the air and your accents drawl lazily as you lay back and the words are now dancing across your eyelids and you're there in that thick Virginian summer and you're so lost but you're so found... read on, read on.

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