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The rock didn't look very big. It was in the middle of the lawn, and for two years I mowed around it. Then suddenly it was a rock-moving day. No real reason, it just became the thing to do. I went to the garage and picked up the shovel and went over to the rock. I started digging around it. ...

It was bigger than I thought. There was a reason no one had moved it before. In an hour I had a very large rock in an enormous hole. Around the hole were two shovels, a long metal bar, several two-by-fours, and a mound of earth. And there were now two of us working on the rock.

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