The thirsty farmer plows and tills the dry soil from dusk until dawn, his parched skin a result of staying under the scorching orange sky. The veins in his arms and legs are pronounced because of the extreme effort he puts out just to bring food to the table— whose table, he does not know. He lives his life in the center of his field, toiling alone and barely surviving.
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The thirsty farmer plows and tills the dry soil from dusk until dawn, his parched skin a result of staying under the scorching orange sky. The veins in his arms and legs are pronounced because of the extreme effort he puts out just to bring food to the table— whose table, he does not know. He lives his life in the center of his field, toiling alone and barely surviving.