Scorched earth

As the heat rises, I walk earlier and earlier in the morning. Even at six-thirty the ground feels hot and my nostrils burn slightly with the dryness of the air, laden with an overturn of straw and wheatchaff. All around colour seems bleached to a golden dryness. The critters that have passed through earlier have... Continue Reading →

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