The last time I dug a hole in the garden, the water welled up and ran over my feet. The time before that, when I dug a hole to put in a grevillea, I struck something hard, and it turned out to be a cylinder filled with photographs. I’ll tell you about them in a minute. The time before the photographs, I dug up a skeleton. Not a human, thank God, but a small animal skeleton, a dog probably, not that I’m an expert on boneology or anything, but that’s what it looked like. I carefully put the soil back.
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