The Farmers
Madras, India
Spring 1994
Some people have hard lives. I am not one of those people. This day was hot. Traffic was heavy and these farmers had a long, tedious trip to the market. And once, they dropped off their goods, they had a long trip home.
I could complain that my taxi did not have air conditioning. And I had to keep the windows up to keep the dust and flies out. But I think I will just shut up.
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