Watching the lifters on Baba's old TV, their shoulders carrying such impossible weight. Reminds me of when we had to haul the broken water pump up the hill, my back bent and him guiding with a shaky hand – both of us grunting a folk song to keep the rhythm. They speak of shadows over the sport, but I know a different kind of shadow, the one a loan casts on a small orchard.
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