One Monday morning on a Mayday many years ago, or maybe it was more recently, I can't remember. A young boy in a windbreaker could be found on a hill, in a pasture. Invincible to the breeze that moved the grass. Determinedly running back and forth pulling something on a string. He ran one way for a distance, let out a sigh, then ran back the other way and would groan.
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One Monday morning on a Mayday many years ago, or maybe it was more recently, I can't remember. A young boy in a windbreaker could be found on a hill, in a pasture. Invincible to the breeze that moved the grass. Determinedly running back and forth pulling something on a string. He ran one way for a distance, let out a sigh, then ran back the other way and would groan.