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Fires crackle in the brittle trees bled dry by drought, the grass, bleached straw on the dusty hills where rain no longer falls in what used to be its season This article can also be found at the Monthly Review website , where most recent articles are published in full. Click here to purchase a PDF version of this article at the Monthly Review website.
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