Scraped clean and clear, the sky shimmered overhead.
Unseen hands had scooped up the clouds and piled them in white mounds over the eastern mountains.
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| Water or.... |
The highway turned from gray to vibrating mirror in the distance.
The eucalyptus leaves hung low, weeping in the heat,
while the oak trees hugged the ground tightly.
Not a single bird or bug tested the hot winds, perhaps waiting for the sun to retreat from its scorching.
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| California wildfires |
The brown hills invite fire to sweep from east to west, eating up the clouds and the trees.
August, you are such a harsh task-master.
