Wet-bulb temperature is when humidity and heat together stop our sweat from cooling us—they say 35 degrees is fatal. But in our village, that limit feels like a city theory. Last summer, when the transformer failed for a week, my abba and I still had to mend the fence in air like thick soup, proving our bodies learn a harsh endurance no chart measures.
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