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Heat leans against the afternoon, a pale shimmer trembling on the lip of every leaf. A single yellow kite tugs at its string as if the sky were soft enough to open. Somewhere, a lawn sprinkler scatters silver syllables across the grass, and the day brightens its pulse to listen.
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