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Grandad sunk his spade into the soil. The well was started. I helped out as best I could. He needed a new well, too, after the winter we barely survived. It was so cold the ice wouldn't melt in the bucket until after John used a special preparation on it. He wouldn't say what it was made out of, but he got a healthy satisfaction in preparing it. And when he was happy, I was happy.
