Into the flesh of the planet I sink
the metal teeth of the tine rake, freeing my fury from within me,
channeling it through the wooden handle and releasing it with
every hack I make on the ground beneath my feet. It absorbs my
blows without a word of protest, instead merely listening as I
mutter my frustrations and yet again raise the rake.
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