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Senior Year

Pickaxes

One,
Two,
Three… heave.

One, two, three, heave, heave, heave and crack – the pickaxe finally lodged into the bedrock. I scooped the rock chunks out of the hole and threw them at some nearby mulch roaches.

Then I popped in a fern and patted it down and heaved at another spot.

Landscaping at the Hope Ranch: Gandhi community service day.

Dorky community service fun, then cleanup (I was a site leader), inappropriate conversations (and sing-alongs), and avocados that were probably poisonous .

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