The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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*Original artwork by Alex Mashett.

When describing his work on the farm, Ray closed up his hand tightly, as if he could still feel the texture of the seeds.

My first five years were spent in leisure.

After that, my grandmother sent me to work.  Some farms back then had big smoke-belching machines, but they were no match for my quick hands.  We always planted them in threes, about 12 inches apart, in a ditch 18 inches deep--that was the way to do it.  A few months later the crops would sprout up (even taller than me!) and I'd smile and think: I made that.

I was paid $1 per day and given a percentage of that dollar by my grandmother.

That percentage was 0%.

“I made that.”

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