The Gravel Pit
Dale took off his jacket and put it on the fence. The jacket was brown and it had been brown for as long as he could remember. It had been black once but the sun had taken the black and given it the brown. He stood at the edge of the pit and looked down at the water. The water was gray and the gray was the sky's gray, not the water's. The pit had no color of its own. It had been a gravel pit...
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