Water · 14 April 2002
It is a silent man who stands staring at the new pump, gleaming there in its little pumphouse, its intake hose snaked down to the well-water, its chamber primed, its power supply hooked up and grounded, its output hoses coiled and connected, just so ready, just so ready.
It is a peeved and anxious man, standing there, wondering when the hell it’s going to stop raining.
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