Snow must be falling in the darkness—I feel the flakes on my hand. The porch shivers as the furnace under the house kicks on.
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Snow must be falling in the darkness—I feel the flakes on my hand. The porch shivers as the furnace under the house kicks on.
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40C. Plants and grass are browning off in the heat.
Ginger sprouting in the compost bin. Dogs panting.
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