
It's here again, the hot, dry sigh of desert air. At ground level right now, it nudges a leaf, sifts a swirl of ash. Not quite blowing, it's equal parts warmth and motion. No set direction yet, just a flicker of warmth on your face, a soft exhale at your back. No telling what comes next.

hummingbird in the yucca
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