Clive had tried to find another job, but he could barely afford to feed the few cattle he had left, let alone himself or his dogs anymore. He talked to the other workers and was met with apathy, but he couldn't sleep at night. He had always been a sensitive man. The structure they were fashioning had displaced the splendor of humanity's absence. Had they no thought for the distraction they were building? Did they not witness the beautiful grassy groove they had ruined by slamming steel into the earth?
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