August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries. — Robert Hass, Praise
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August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries.

— Robert Hass, Praise
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