Our Man Inside [117] We Have Become Aerials

Greetings from my garden...

Hello you.
Not sure about how hot things are where you are but i've not worn underwear since it got all Mad Max Fury Road. Contemplating heading into the attic to find my Thai batik sarong circa 1996. The one with the spark holes from a stray firwework from a full moon party on Koh Pha-ngan.

I'm not complaining. This is the summer we forget we can have.


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