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Hidden Beneath my Wheels
Ouch! Purple primer stings the cut on my finger. I look down at my boots. Encrusted in clay again. “When’s this project going to end!” I think. “200 feet of irrigation line complete, but I’m still mucking around in this slop.” I look at my clock: it’s 1:00 PM. “Thank God!” I exclaim out loud.…
