When worlds collide
December 31st 2011 The sun smiles down on me and pierces through my sunglasses as I peer up accusingly looking for the source of all the heat.<span><span>My jeans are soaked, I am sweating from parts of my body I never knew could produce salty beads, but under the circumstances we are close to the equator and I am inappropriately dressed. I cannot blame the sun. I’d moan more if it was raining. I hate
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