New on Wanderthief: Finished, Ready, Perfect

This is a strange part of the summer season, this dog days phase when the humidity has all but seeped in through our skin and seems that it will never lift. They were reflooring the mosque down the street from me this week, and the sight of it sent me to Taghazout in my mind, to the seaside in Morocco where I hid from the world for a few months. Ready doesn't always mean finished, and finished doesn't always mean perfect.

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