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I twist on the sprinkler, trying to get back into the watering habit, but it's like applying a band-aid to a gaping chest wound; the ground is so dry and dead. Then, the water scarcely fountains from the sprinkler. Bleh, my piss-stream is stronger than that. It really gives you the sense of the desert. And no rain in the foreseeable future, if ever again.
