I wondered why they made the tubes such a pretty blue just to put them underground and then thought maybe it was like the fake Christmas tree we had when I was a kid where the metal tips of the big branches were one color so you'd know to stick them in the holes at the bottom of the tree and so on. And the red plastic flowers, of course, and how they got there and where they went because they weren't there the next day. Maybe they went home to a little girl. I took all the plastic flowers home from the table at my great-grandfather's wake when I was eight. At least the workers got to swim in that blue for a while. Or maybe they hate it by now.
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