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Today, the boundaries of heat, sweat, exertion... and domestic friction. Precluding a proper recounting of more interesting experiences that have already passed: dredging the ditches to stop more erosion from making ground hugging cars a bit too chummy with terra firma (at the same time halting the same, downstream, at the neighbor lady's): raising clouds of dust, smoothing, sanding old insults to the walls in the hallway; grinding away at the earth, fertilising, commending to the soil the last thirty-two pepper plants. Returning at sunset, depleted... to hysteria. Over two friends checking up on me, on the phone. Shit hits proverbial fan. Rudeness to a visitor. It's all so pointless. I'll return to the point, tomorrow. |
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