The Heddle Stringer's Lesson
The dipstick handle had been snapped clean off at the thread, and I found it lying in the filter room like a little white bone.
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The dipstick handle had been snapped clean off at the thread, and I found it lying in the filter room like a little white bone.
I give people lifts they don't ask for.
The gate rattled and I came through it at a dead run, which I know sounds dramatic, but I'd been sitting in my car in the pool parking lot…