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In the days that
follow, I notice every splat, speck of dirt, muddy footprint left on the clean
surface. It is impossible to keep up with the steady
flow of filth invading our property. I feel quite overwhelmed and must go for a
walk to clear my head. As I go around
the neighborhood, I can’t help but notice the checkered condition of the
driveways on our street.
This one is clean.
Dirty.
Mediocre.
Dirty. Clean.
Dirty. Dirty. OMG – this one is a health
hazard!
Never before have I
noticed any of this, and now I am doing it without even trying! It’s
coming to me quite naturally. Before I know it I’ve become the self-appointed neighborhood
driveway police. The moral judgment attached to the assessment goes without
saying.
Clean – good.
Dirty – bad.
Health hazard – very, very bad.
I get back home,
feeling worse than before I left.
What’s wrong with me?!!! I wonder, my eyes peeled to the ground. I am at my front
door, hand on the knob when my eyes meet the seal unearthed several weeks ago from under the decades
thick layers of grime.
Pulte
Master Builder
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