There’s cracks on our hands from all the shoveling of dry dirt. Our hands scoop and turnover the earth. And we laugh at our dirt manicures.

Why are we digging?

Because standing idle spooks the hair on our backs. So we dig, and we dig, and we dig until we dig a whole deep enough to lay.

But we could’ve built a mountain, or at the very least, a small hill.

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