Well, our chakous haven't grown wheat for years now, not since the heat began stealing the winter. That March heatwave? It burned our neighbour's standing crop to straw before harvest. But for us, the bigger worry is the untimely rain that ruins the drying pots in my courtyard—our family's real bread comes from this clay, not from wheat fields anymore.
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