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... now, hot on my neck, and my arms felt like they might fall off.
I had been lifting sacks of grain for hours. First from the wagons to the tables. Then from the tables to the hands of the people waiting. Then, when the tables ran low, back to the wagons to fetch more. The work was simple and endless. Lift. Carry. Pass. Lift. Carry. Pass. My hands were raw. My shoulders ached. The muscles in my back screamed every time I bent down.
But I kept going.
The other volunteers mo ...
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