The smell of grapes is heavy in the air, the heady sweetness makes your head spin. Soon, they'll be collected to make wine. The humidity hangs in the air making your skin crawl. Brown and white mushrooms peak out from the wet pine duff, making the woods smell like wet bark and mold. The peachy leaves of the ash trees do nothing to shade you from the sun. You're baking under your layers at the same time you shiver from the chill. You hope you can make it to the house before the rain comes down. The sun shines indifferently.
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