ruzz311 · June 30, 2016 20:53
diff --git a/turnip-farmer.txt b/turnip-farmer.txt
 "In all my days as a turnip farmer, I have not yet experienced the love of a white radish", thought the farmer as he sighed and walked up the dusty, worn trail towards the barn.  The paint, which once was vibrant red had dulled to rust where the paint had not yet freed it's self from the side, leaving chunks of exposed rough wood that he rain his hands along.  The man braced his back against the worn but sturdy structure and slowly sank until his knees could take no more and he crumpled against the barn.  The sun beat warm against the old man's skin which had thinned as the years raced by him.  And in that moment he drifted off to sleep.

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 How long had he been out?  One hour?  Two?  It was not yet dusk but the cicatas had begun to roar.
	"In all my days as a turnip farmer, I have not yet experienced the love of a white radish", thought the farmer as he sighed and walked up the dusty, worn trail towards the barn. The paint, which once was vibrant red had dulled to rust where the paint had not yet freed it's self from the side, leaving chunks of exposed rough wood that he rain his hands along. The man braced his back against the worn but sturdy structure and slowly sank until his knees could take no more and he crumpled against the barn. The sun beat warm against the old man's skin which had thinned as the years raced by him. And in that moment he drifted off to sleep.

	...

	How long had he been out? One hour? Two? It was not yet dusk but the cicatas had begun to roar.