Monica Bielanko
That's What She Said
Just A Junk Drawer Dream
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Long, Cold Winter

Because it's so cold my bones feel as if they might shatter into a million little pieces when I go outside, I present to you Marah, The Surge's band, singing LONG HOT SUMMER... Sit back, relax and transport yourself to a front porch somewhere, the ice cold beverage next to you is sweating along with you, the steady drone of mosquitos mingles with the faraway sound of a distant lawmower, smells like somebody is barbequing burgers, the sun; promising relief soon as the fireball sinks lower in the azure sky and neighbor kids rush to finish their wiffle ball game before darkness falls..