Even good boys get dirty sometimes...
Our mud pit. Here we mixed the clay, rice hay, and water that would later be molded into a parapet in our pavilion.
Our laborers. Also the land owners. These men are extremely strong; in muscle and will.
At midday we took rest with our tiffin, a nap, and a well needed liter of oral saline.
In addition to the rice straw, our feet felt the pain of snail shells and cow...fecal matter.
7 for All Mankind gone Bangladesh
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