This year we're roasting at home where the vegetation is withered and yellowed. The grass crunches underfoot. The raspberries and black raspberries have shriveled into knot-hard lumps. The apple trees are dying and everything is covered in a fine layer of dust. It's dry and hot, and now it's humid.
Instead of coping with the farm and baking in the heat, I'd rather hop a plane and escape here again...
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