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before the rain that ends the drought
July 14, 2012
The cicadas sing their doppler song of midsummer. We are dry as long-dead bones pressed into rock and exposed to a thousand years of sun. Grass is brown, frogs huddle under leaves in watered gardens to protect their skins from shriveling. You can hear wood and metal expand in the 10 am heat. The sky […]
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