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afternoon chores. 5 a.m. alarms and dirty boots. I climb into my dirty overalls while mom feeds Eli a warm bottle of formula before feeding the calves. Sometimes Eli rides on the back of dad strapped in tight. Sometimes Nate stays in the yard, out of harm’s way. Most days, Nate and Eli dig holes in the dirt or run in their rubber boots around the property. The Gator roars to life and I back up with care because I don’t want to hit anything, even the boys’ little yellow tractors.




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Oakland Arts Review Volume 4  

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