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The hot sun pulled at the aggregate...held in balance only by its shadow...glued to the rock and lichen...already baked crisp...the sky stripped of colour...stabbed at the eyes...blinded by its brightness... |
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The hot sun pulled at the aggregate...held in balance only by its shadow...glued to the rock and lichen...already baked crisp...the sky stripped of colour...stabbed at the eyes...blinded by its brightness... |
