Then, Pride Week was over and the gayness subsided... but so did the sun.
And then, gentlemen, ladies... our suffering, from fucking January to July, was ended.  Well and truly ended. Hot, humid, suffocating weather. I haven't slept in two days from the heat. And it is GLORIOUS.
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 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
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 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
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 July 27, 2019 by R C, on Flickr
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And, lest you be misled by her beauty in the hot summer sun, this is still St. John's...
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Last edited by SignalHillHiker; Aug 1, 2019 at 9:32 PM.
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