I woke early, but the summer sun was already blazing hot—hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. The extensive heat wave had parched our front yard, creating huge cracks and crevices in it. The grassy lawns—yellow and burnt—smelled like bales of hay that had been sitting in the summer fields too long. The air outside was motionless. Even with the windows
Who's a Scaredy-Cat?
May 30, 2023
2 minutes
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