CLUTCHING WITH A CRATE FULL OF HIDES

The air was thick with the scent of animal hides. Beads of moisture dotted his brow as he gingerly lifted the packed crate. Inside, a pile of hides glistened in the faint light. Each one a reminder of his recent journey. He knew these hides were more than just commodities. They were a symbol to his skill. Individual one a story waiting to be told.