When I was a young child, I rode in the back of the harvest wagon with my two sisters. Golden grain fell from the chute in front of us, forming a mountain that covered up our toes, then our feet and our knees. My father kept a close watch to see that we were not covered too deeply.
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When I was a young child, I rode in the back of the harvest wagon with my two sisters. Golden grain fell from the chute in front of us, forming a mountain that covered up our toes, then our feet and our knees. My father kept a close watch to see that we were not covered too deeply.
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