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It’s 101 degrees
The grass is brown
the locusts are in the trees.
My summer memories were not of waking at 6 am to go outside
They were of dreary and stuffy days.
Spent praying for sunset.
They were of feeling dizzy after running
of heatwaves rising in every direction.
They were slow and sluggish
and sticky with sweat.