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Summer in the parched field lights up with apples the color of the evening.
With steps you measure the earth dotted with fronds, two drops of heat to bead the forehead. The thirst, the earth, the flocks that trace flights on the orange sky: you reach out your hand: you sink your teeth into that round of fishing. You feed. Alive. Drink.