It moves like a great beast: slow and steady as it trundles along lanes dry and dusty after the weeks of summer drought. I watch it pass, see the sun glinting on dirty paintwork, and I try not to choke on the clouds of dust disturbed by its passage. Soon it has gone and only the faint haze in the air and the distant grumble of motor speaks of its presence. But it is not alone in its endeavour. Following behind are more, their trailers overflowing with harvested crops, moving in a straggling herd from fields to farm yard. And soon they return. All day long they journey, back and forth in relays of unrelenting industry.
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