Rattling shopping carts and church bells on the same day, I didn’t know what I heard | column Wieberen Elverdink

Call it hypocritical. But here I am, on a Sunday afternoon, walking behind the borrowed scarifier. The metal pins eagerly eat into the lawn, which became thickly mossy last winter. The machine pushes forward, as if I were bumping along behind an enthusiastic golden retriever, the leash tight.

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