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Automatic doors part and he faces – with exposed skin brown and **** cloth – the produce section, little feet padding calmly across the cold white tile. He pauses before a bumpy slope of red onions. “Ahima,” he whispers. Low in the blue Idaho sky, near Sand Hollow’s green ground, a Grumman Ag Cat applies insecticide to an onion field.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Gandhi Enters a Supermarket
Automatic doors part and he faces – with exposed skin brown and **** cloth – the produce section, little feet padding calmly across the cold white tile. He pauses before a bumpy slope of red onions. “Ahima,” he whispers. Low in the blue Idaho sky, near Sand Hollow’s green ground, a Grumman Ag Cat applies insecticide to an onion field.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
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