The old man shuffled along the sidewalk, his work boots dusty with a hint of red mud clinging to one heel. From the pocket of well-worn overalls, he pulled a red bandana and wiped his nose.

In the orange-colored dusk of the evening, he turned his weary blue eyes to gaze at the street lights and, for a moment, he studied on what he saw. Concern sat heavy on the gray brow from which, no doubt, many drops of sweat had dropped in the heat of many a hard day’s farming.

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