Once you’ve come near death from heat stroke, you will never be the same. Every year since 1982 the last days of July herald a creeping PTSD unsettledness that lurks at the boundary of my consciousness.
Once you’ve come near death from heat stroke, you will never be the same. Every year since 1982 the last days of July herald a creeping PTSD unsettledness that lurks at the boundary of my consciousness.
Weather Menders 