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Summer heat burns grass The same colour as the frost. Withered in extremes.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Polar opposites.
Summer heat burns grass The same colour as the frost. Withered in extremes.
There is a balance our seasons are missing. New records in the winter, new records in the summer, fewer days of spring and fall. The result is the same.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
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