A Indiana Summer Night Comments

The air is stifling, hot Like when an oven door opens and the gust of wind like something from the Saharan Desert blisteringly embraces your face like the fingers of a lover on your cheek.

With crickets that take up their violins in the evening to dull the pain that heat inflicts on man and beast alike, Singing and chirping and dancing with the fireflies that provide the lighting for the party,
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