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Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions. ~Edgar Cayce There he was; working with the other men in the heat. The sun was burning down like it should in mid-summer, however, it was only spring, thus making the workers sweat. Each eventually peeled off their pieces of cloth one after another with the unmoving wind. No soft rustling from the trees, or the leaves of the tree she was hiding herself behind at least. Her throat felt dry as she licked her lips; her eyes fixated on him. Seeing every move of his muscle and how the sweat was rolling down his heated body. Just the backside of him afar made her flush all over. Due to the ex