The life of a man who’s always digging is a fascinating therapy of learning how to hold the hue.
This man enjoys to dig. He’s done it all his lifetime. He has a reputation for being the best…in digging the best, for preserving his favourite activity from becoming too…common.
His simple life was enriched by it. At first, it was curiosity. Then, it became an idea of having fun. It went from boring to necessary and imperative for living. Now, it’s a way of taking care of his favourite toy: the hue.
His digging is – of course – influenced by the weather. From time to time, he’s tired of finding other places. In his beautiful mind, digging makes a fabulous sense. It even sounds like a quartet of pleasure, pain, positivity and prophecy of how digging should feel like in a few years.
The digger’s soul is a beautifully arranged box of feelings and principles of life, gathered through some sort of introverted dialogues. He’s wiser than others, because he’s always willing to change the hue and never give up.
He’s the man who’s always digging.
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