Last summer now seems to have had an air of Great Gatsby-ish endings, and now a bittersweet cooler summer wind blows. The warmth still reaches us, by human means now, not accouterments, and we need one another now more than ever to keep warm. We are indeed all connected, and those butterflies moving their wings in some distant land, touch us with cloudbursts, even destructive storms.
People in the UK are having more sex. Humans in the US are renting more...
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