The morning sun beat down as Antoine Waithe sharpened his scythe. He knelt in the grass, carefully handling the tool. Its long, handsome blade caught the light. It was a hot Thursday in August, and ...
Swish, hush. Swish, hush. That's the metronomic murmur of a long-handled scythe as it makes its slicing stroke and backswing. It's a sound much more appealing on a Shenandoah Valley morning than the ...
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