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Scalding weather, drying the grass. Scrawny, ragged scare crow ageing in the blistering sun, watching a rusty bird bath crumble into small ashes. Dehydrated birds pick at it. Flowers which shone beautifully with lively colour a lifetime ago twist to a dull brown, slowly dying in the eternal heat. The old oak tree's last torn leaves float to the ground, scattering in the wind. Rotten, mouldy fruit surround the tumbled trees. Twiggy bushes stand empty, no berries to be seen, not even one. For the first time, a single cloud shades the land. Hooray! A drop of rain at last!
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