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Temperature climbing desert wind blowing runnels of sweat begin as I start to melt, in the heat. Waves slither on the horizon a mirage of water zero humidity and not a cloud above Swirling sand catches my eye dust devil rising 200 feet tumbleweeds shot upward the whiptail lizards sprints away 108 degrees and a breeze full of dirt like being sand blasted except I have no rust just skin, to live in It begins to roast and turn red I long for shade and a drink but no trees, or shrubs offer any and no hose, or lake around Thirsty and burnt skin just about flayed I finally make it to the cooler and shade
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Across the Yard (In Desert New Mexico)
Temperature climbing desert wind blowing runnels of sweat begin as I start to melt, in the heat. Waves slither on the horizon a mirage of water zero humidity and not a cloud above Swirling sand catches my eye dust devil rising 200 feet tumbleweeds shot upward the whiptail lizards sprints away 108 degrees and a breeze full of dirt like being sand blasted except I have no rust just skin, to live in It begins to roast and turn red I long for shade and a drink but no trees, or shrubs offer any and no hose, or lake around Thirsty and burnt skin just about flayed I finally make it to the cooler and shade
A quick trip across the yard to the mailbox and back
jed-johnson
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
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