Vacuumed out my car today, wiped the dashboard, feels 180.
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Date: May 23rd, 2018 7:34 PM Author: disrespectful dysfunction
This was the feeling that generations of blacksmiths had every time they made a horseshoe, that generations of farmers had every time they planted a field, that generations of lumberjacks had when they saw their timber hitting a river and floating to the sawmill.
Today, we sit in florescent offices starring into the glare of our computers for 8 or 10 or 12 hours a day. We don't build anything tangible. We don't accomplish anything meaningful. The closest we get is vacuuming Cheerios from under the seats of a Pacifica. At least you changed something in world, however slight.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3984888&forum_id=2#36114755) |
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