The field has become my release.
It's a day in, day out process. The heat of the morning doesn't allow one to sleep in.
And by the closing of the day, I'm so exhausted that I really don't have the time to consider the idea of something, or someone, being out there.
Today was an unusual day. A truck from somewhere near Baton Rouge pulled up earlier. It was a moving truck - tall and gray. Filled with near-rotted citrus.
The man who drove was named Rick, he had several others with him - most loade…
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Posted on July 23, 2008 at 10:17pm —
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