KNIGHTS LANDING — Although it was not but midday, the temperature was already inching towards triple digits, and it felt even hotter for the scores of farmworkers hunched within the rows of watermelon vegetation on this subject tucked by a bend within the Sacramento River north of California’s capital. They had been clad in long-sleeved shirts, pants, and face coverings to guard their pores and skin from the solar and the tiny spikes on the watermelon vines, and so they had been stooping and standing again and again, painstakingly plucking flowers off every plant.
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