As it has for millennia, the standing stone waits patiently for the end of the long drought.
The rains are a month late and the parched land gasps beneath the sultry Andalucián skies.
These are the lean times here where life hangs in the balance.
All life except one, for this is the time of the vulture.
The air is full with their drifting spectral form and the flitting shadows of the mighty wings foretell death for some.
An ancient bell tolls for the weak amongst the beauty of the Dehesa.
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