The shadow of the tree crowded over like a big monster. Its twisty, turvy branches reached across like big giant arms. The wind was quiet and still. The cicadas were so loud I couldn’t think. The grass was dry, not a single green spot to be seen. the sun was so hot it felt like I was laying in lava. The helicopters slowly drifted to the ground. There were no clouds at all, just a baby blue sky.
What a lovely spring day.
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