It
is 12:10 now. The weather is very hot and the humidity is high, I barely
breath. I feel that I will give up the ghost soon.
I
drank a lot of cold water during my sitting under that old lame ceiling fan,
but no benefit. I still melt slowly.
I
have woken up at about 5 o'clock this morning, and when I wanted to water my
flowers I found them with their petals leaned their heads toward the earth. I
raised up one of them, then, I saw that the whole sheen has disappeared. The
only thing left were tearful eyes and gloomy faces.
I
am still sitting in my chair with closed eyes, no moving, no breathing, I think
that I have accompanied to my flowers.
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