Tiny Writing: Five

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Tropical Fever.

The sticky humidity never failed to frustrate me, but in the cold winter months of the north, it seemed more than welcoming. I loved the sickeningly sweet nectar of the popsicles given to cool us down as children. The trees swayed with each passing gust of the warm air. Our home away from home. In the north we grew colder, regardless of how hot the weather became. Our hearts thawed only by the sight of the tropics we called home. 

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