Yet another hot afternoon rolling into my bedroom through cheap blue plastic blinds. Terbor, my hamster, is sleeping behind the bag of Timothy hay and the waft and buzz of an electric fan fills the room, punctuated by the light clicking of my bluetooth keyboard. It’s another lonely post searching for a sympathetic reader, on a day when you expect everyone to have died – how bare is a desert?

 

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