and now they’re bailing by twilight (at quite a lick, this tractor zipping around the field like an excited dog)
Had to wrap my shirt around my head* to stop the grain triggering my asthma, and then fell over leaping a dry river bed to creep up on this beast, but I am fond of the in and out of the corporeal realm supernatural heft of a harvester at dusk. *of course then my phone won’t recognise me to unlock