When I awaken each morning and walk to the window to assess the day I am greeted by these crying windows. The condensation runs down in rivulets and green algae is beginning to grow on the corners. It does no good to wipe and clean them for it will be soaked again tomorrow. It's been a long, hot, wet summer. The weeds and vegetation are out of control, and it's been a daunting task to keep up with it all. It feels like a jungle "out there".
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