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Brown. Dry. Dusty.

This field is across from where we are living at the moment. It is brown and dry and dusty, and I am tired of it. It makes me mad every time I see it. What is taking so blasted long? GROW SOMETHING! Has the farmer even done anything to prepare this field? Has he already planted whatever it is he hopes to harvest? I can’t tell. It just looks like a brown, dry, dusty mess to me. The field next to it already has little green sprouts shooting up out of the ground like they can’t wait to taste the sunlight. So, what is the matter with this field that it can’t start producing little green sprouts? So annoying. Brown. Dry. Dusty. It looks dead and done. I don’t want it to be, but day after day - there it is. Brown, dry, and dusty. There is no change. AND I can’t do anything about it, which is almost more annoying than waiting on it to grow itself. I can’t go stand there with a hose and flood the brown, dry, dusty field in broad daylight in hopes the speed up the growing process. You’re gettin...

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