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  • Summer’s soft winds are drifting by, bringing in a brand new crop of scents:
    The last of the raspberries fermenting in the haze, a sudden glut of apricots and figs ripening in the heat. A roasted mildew whiff reaching out from the old hammock. Aromatic tomato greens creeping against warm stones, sensory moans from agonizing grass and struggling herbs. The madness of lemon verbena and the magic balsamic touch of exuberant lavender. In the shadows, warm cat pelts are cooling off, their owners purring away like so many asthmatic radiators. Bruised mint is shaking in the patio, hunting for a trace of water. Close up, the terracotta tiles reverberate a linseed oil fragrance. The breeze brings in memories of faded lemonades and blistered laughter, days spent under a water sprinkler before the law intervened and turned the tap off.
    A thin layer of scarlet desert dust settles on the shades.
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