The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and… — John Graves Copy Share Image
“I miss you like the rain misses the soil, and the soil misses the rain, during those dry summer spells.” — Abhijit Naskar Copy Share Image
