
Grasshoppers thumped against the side panels; heavy, humid air clung like an old lady's perfume; I could taste the impending harvest; the air smelled green like eating a fitful of grass.
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Patricia is a feverish writer of literary nonsense and an indie filmmaker. She haunts the stacks of your favourite bookstore, sips coffee at the local beanery, and collects journals of random scribbles.
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