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Friday, July 16, 2004

One day on the farm

Who will carry dirty water up over the hill?

We have been here for a year now and we are getting scared. Upon our arrival we thought we'd found Heaven. Now the floods are just starting to recede. The sunshine we once bathed in daily now shines in spurts. We need someone to carry the dirty water up over the hill.
Posted by Juan Appagado at 4:44 PM

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