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It's coming in the windows. Early summer air is wafting in, seeping in. Outside it's dark and cooler now. When the gray-quartz-smelling air comes in it runs down the wall and pools on the floor. More comes in. The rooms begin to fill with it like water glasses. You imagine the rising level is visible from the outside, a transparent meniscus of summer creeping up the panes. It smells like stone. It sits on your chest at night and is heavy.