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It was just constant. Just that steady blow of dirt. Of course, I didn't speak to her personally. We always set the plate upside-down. Glasses or cups, whatever it was, upside-down. Well, my dad was a farmer. Uh, like everybody else back then. There just wasn't enough food. We wore little things, little strips... of sheet over our nose and mouth so we wouldn't breathe so much of it. Well, it was pretty exciting for me because it was hope. I don't care who describes it, there is no way for it to be exaggerated. It was that bad. She did confirm just how much you loved farming.
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