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The three-quarter moon glowed brighter than ever tonight, the light it reflected an unwelcome reminder that the sun was waiting in the wings to re-emerge to continue to roast Steven’s part of the world again. But it was always daylight somewhere, wasn’t it? He felt guilty that he was enjoying the respite when there were millions of other people on the other side of the world who might be burning right now . . .
It was never completely dark anymore. The moonlight aside, frequent forest fires lit up the landscape, adding a ruddy orange glow to the bellies of the billowing clouds of smoke which drifted overhead like bone dry storm clouds. Fortunately, the bleakness of the empty landscape through which Steven was walking now provided little fuel for the fires and he rarely found himself c
