Marc Hamer was the gardener, someone who for a portion of each day, over a career's worth of years knelt for hire, often pulling weeds.He knew that his employers in the big house, wine glasses in hand, would look out and see him in his posture of humility and perhaps say, The gardener is here, as if he were nameless and this was his only purpose on earth.
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