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I decided to stay with my great-uncle for a while.

Took a train there:

public transport

(If you look closely, you can see the reflection of my new white shoes in the window.)

When I arrived, I was greeted with open arms. I slept a lot and ate little.

One day, my great-uncle gave me an old pair of pants and some rubber boots, then he asked me to follow him outside. It was raining just a little from the side, and there was a heap of gravel out on his front yard that had to be moved to the back of the house.

We went to work.

One large heap of gravel.

Shovel, bucket, step. Shovel, bucket, step.

Two small heaps of gravel – one growing, one shrinking.

Shovel, bucket, step. Shovel, bucket, step.

One large heap of gravel.

We didn’t talk much.

When we were done, my great-uncle lit his cigar, smiled and said: “thank you.”

I knew it was I who should have thanked him.

same new dude

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