When I thing of heat I often remember my childhood in a North Texas farming community. In July and August one could look across the land and see the heatwaves rising from the ground. That black dirt would be so hot it could almost blister your feet if you walked barefoot. I have no pictures of the heatwaves of my childhood. I do have a campfire from our primitive campsite in Yellowstone National Park.
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