There was no problem, no harm committed but my internal response felt like a huge load of pain, daggers thru my heart from an image outside of me, that didn’t belong to me, but a real moment, that passed through me. And a moment being what it is, it was gone. Faded away into the recesses of my mind until next time. Not to be processed, discussed or held on to. Moving on. No glass house. Today’s world, this life. (SMH). Damn.
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What I like about concrete edging machines is how customizable they are. You can adjust the depth and angle of the edging to get the exact look you want.