Laying low, letting the heat of the day fade, Django and I wander out into the sun for his afternoon stroll. He loves to cross the street and drop down to a small, dry watercourse. I sit on a boulder in the shade of the oaks and watch a doe and two small fawns eye us with measured concern. Django is more interested in visiting with his doggie buddies behind the fence. The clouds boil and climb into a hot July afternoon.
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