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In front of the hospital, by the revolving doors, sits a man.
Q & A With The Flash
It is almost dark and the solar light on the deck table has begun to flicker.
The morning is quiet.
My beautiful fountain of light that is Rachelle:
The interior of the hospital is chilly and when you step outside the sweltering, heavy air of the city attaches…
If you go to the Google search engine at the top of your page
The humid days are the worst.
These are the text messages I received from my wife Rachelle the other day: