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... s high in the sky, and the hot weather in July had cracked the land. Deep ravines had opened in the fields, and the streams had long since stopped flowing.
There was not even a hint of green on the trees.
The cicadas that could be seen everywhere in the past years are nowhere to be found.
"Mother, mother, you can't sell her. If you sell her, she will have no way of living!" The shrill cry was harsh and desperate.
“I’ve raised her for three years and I still can’t se ...
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