chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things


shovel dirtThey had hardly spoken, the birds in the cottonwoods saying all that needed to be said, answered by the crunch-scrape of their shovels in the moist soil. A shovel tip would clank and one of them would bend to free another grapefruit-sized stone, tossing it to the side. Their shoulders and arms and backs understood this labor, moved in silent rhythm in the white glare of the summer dawn.

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