watercolour and ink on paper

Heated

Walking, walking in the sun, with the blue sky above, with the warm heat of the argument pushing my legs faster, heating my legs with the movement, with the sun.  And as the adrenaline of the argument dissipates into discomfort and then I come back, burnt.

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