.every day he slaves to save rue lane in gallway. potholes filled with gravel milled from pearls.
he hacks the brambles back way out of harm's way and clips the budding tips of whipporwills.
he slams his hammer down upon the oak roots whose sweeping tendrils creep up through the mud.
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