One Man Went To Mow


The old man leant on his scythe in the hot sun and wiped sweat from his brow. He surveyed the grass he had mown already, and the field of uncut hay he had not yet reached, and the piles waiting to be moved and stacked. He sighed heavily. The task was endless.

And all the better for it.

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