Park

Winding down

When the work whistle blew, I joined a friend and his daughter to enjoy a bit of the late afternoon at the park yesterday.

In the garden house, one of the workers thereā€”a granola type with an excitedly relaxed vibe showed us some stamps he’d carved out with raccoon footprints. He beamed, “I get paid for this.”

I should’ve gone into agriculture.

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