As spring fades into a distant verdant memory, so the burnished copper of summer appears.
Already the days shimmer with heat and birdsong falls silent during the crucible hours, though the air is rent with the banshee scream of cicadas.
Now, at golden sunset, the earth is released from the irristible heat and as it dissipates the birds and frogs rejoice at its passing.
All around Andaluciá shrinks to the beat of summers desiccated drum.
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