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The breezes blow as the days grow warm. The sound a strongish hum. Protecting from the heat and harm, reducing temps, now, some. A "white noise" background for this eve the fan proves rather large. Some birds still chirp. No need to leave, though whirring's like a barge. A gift, I'm able still to sit outside to write this post. Without the fan, I'd need to quit for heat's discomfort most. by Jay O’Toole on April 18th, 2024 ![]() |