Patrona

By patrona

Whispering grass

Another red sunset turns the ornamental grasses into a burning bush.

All you people cowering under the lashing rain, please be sure you have my sympathy and forgive me if I complain that the heat is sapping all our strength and rendering us incapable of doing anything but lie in the shade and sip cool drinks slowly through crushed ice.

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