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Sun ascends, the relentless overlord of the day. Steam rises from concrete like breath from the earth. Stillness settles in the trees, even the cicadas pausing. Sweat beads and trails, a slow-moving river on skin. Shade becomes a sanctuary, fiercely guarded. Sky shimmers in a veil of unrelenting heat. Souls surrender to June's heavy hand.
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