Air conditioning, or: Temporary insanity

A two-by-four

EPIGRAPH:

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Henry James (1843 – 1916)
Summer afternoon;
so many
beachgoers frolicking
in Haifa.

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