Virginia stills: Richmond dreaming

In Richmond Virginia the air hangs heavy like a wet rag dripping, breathing moisture. A man inhales a cigarette behind a beat up corner store, sits beside a crate of soda cans, exhales. The smoke is suspended, caught in mid-curl. The streets in the summer are empty at midday except for strays left panting in the shade, seeking some respite from the heat that hangs like a wet rag, dripping.

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