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A warm breeze gently scatters the sand

A heat-hazed horizon blurs sky with land

A nearby cricket and a distant bird

The only sounds that can be heard.

Lush seas of tall grass ripple and sway

Dried oceans of blonde barley and hay

Baked clay paths snake far out of sight

A lonely cloud briefly softens the light.