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The Summer of Soundness
The rain hadn't stopped in three weeks and it seemed like the endless trek through the field would never end. As the morning dew soaked the bottom of my pants, I remembered the fun summers when I would awake well past dawn and go outside and play by the creek in my shorts. But it was now different, even if I wanted to wear my shorts, my legs would become mangled and disfigured from cuts and insect bites from being outside working in the indigenous wilderness. The heat was unbearable most of the times we were out, and I could remember the long cold days of winter; the fun season in which…
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