In the evenings there is a cool breeze blowing for a couple of hours, from the west.

It’s always on time. And then it stops as suddenly as it comes, leaving the stale humid air that plagues our Summers here.

I wonder if it has a name. If not, we should give it one. Something as graceful as its presence

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