47 words: Summer Days

As always, time shrunk the day. Insect carcasses sprinkled the hot windowsill while she watched the fading daylight. The smell of grass, thick in the air. Waiting impatiently for the sun to rest below the sky, she wished for the kind of darkness only winter could bring.

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