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Right, and if anyone (ANYONE) complains about a drought this summer, I'll spit. I don't care how calloused their hands may be, how the hard lines of their faces mimic the plowed furrows in the fields that aged them. I wouldnít care if Tom Joad started complaining about a drought to me. I may have to make an exception for Rose of Sharon though. Or the Farmerís Wife (boy, did I love, love that series. frontline rocks me so hard). But thatís the extent of it.

On the flip, remember when you laid your cheek on your desk in elementary school and listened? The hollow, metal sounds you heard were like a tiny far away anvils dropping in a cavernous tunnelósome distant mine. And when you lifted your cheek up, there was a small rounded half-moon misted onto the top of your desk where you had just been breathing. Remember that? Rainy days make me think of thatómaybe because we didnít have recess and stayed inside playing 7-Up.


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