His shovel bites shallow into the dry and cracked earth. The sun beats down and the wind blows sand against Jared’s face and hands and sweat runs down his neck and the small of his back. All around him the camp bustles with activity as the rest of the crew sets up tents and stages, gates and rides. He never thought of a carnival as a place to
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I can only imagine :-)
This sounds very intriguing, would you have a link to the first part? Or a tag, maybe? Thanks!
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Glad you're diggin' it.
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thank you for finding time for us! i can only imagine how busy you are right now))))
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