68 days and still no rain. The brush is like tinder sticks and the dust blows like a its runnin from somthing. I've seen the sun burn hot, but not so many days so the cactus begin to wilt and the lizards start lookin for shade. Up in the hills, where the red folk live, they've seen it all, they say it will pass, but its hard to believe em when my
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