At the end of a dust and sandpaper summerthe mirage of a distant oasis fading on the horizon
the grasses crisp and brittle
seeds and deeds done their duty
the time for burning has come
At the end of a dust and sandpaper summer
Do not be afraid to weep.There is suffering in this world
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