It was still hot, even in the shade, but at least there was a breeze that moved the air and licked the sweat sheen on my skin to offer a bit of relief. The air was still with the silent hum of late summer and the soft sigh of the licking breeze dancing in the tree tops. A few hungry mosquitos circled the beaded sweat adding their tickle to the trickling beads of salty moisture.
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