Gave a ride on my tractor to a drenched old woman in rags — and she handed me a “stone”: “It will heat up on the day your end is near.” I laughed… until it warmed up yesterday morning.
Last summer brought such scorching days that the air above the field shimmered like a quivering sheet of water, and heat rose from the ground in a wavering haze that made every breath sear and drag. I was fixing my tractor right in the middle of the boundless field—the gearbox had failed, leaving the iron […]
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