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NOLA SUMMER RAIN by guest writer Sarah Dickerson

She comes to you like a siren in the night. Sweetly, softly, lingering on a breeze in the

stillness of her notorious summer heat. To some, she’s an old dame. To others, she’s a

vicious queen. I’m often asked why I love her so, when her flaws seemingly outnumber

her charms.

But right now, it’s not her flaws that I care about. None of us are flawless. Right now, my

eyes are closed as the high of sex still lingers in the air. We doze lightly. The sight of the

ink in my skin catches in my eyes as they drift close. In the far distance, sounds of a