The universe itself is a part of the moment.

When he died, they left his ancient tiller out in the field. God knows where he got it, or when. The tiller had the look of The Great Depression. So did he. An absurd haircut. Every shirt button was always buttoned. Years later, growing old myself, I drove past the place. The frame house was gone and the tiller was rusted out, sitting under the lone oak…
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