My mother is a mover of dirt and a hauler of stone, which necessitates her to also be a pusher of wheelbarrows. So much depends, to borrow from the poet William Carlos Williams, upon a sturdy wheelbarrow.
The wheelbarrow below has now been decommissioned and serves as a piece of yard art, or "yart," at her home in Fredericksburg. So much depends on the Dada beauty of a decommissioned wheelbarrow.
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