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432 · Jul 2014
Les fruits.
I imagine the smile on the farmer's countenance,
and twice it'll appear; when the reaping season is near, and when all the fruits are collected. These are fruits from seeds that were treated with human love, paired with a tinge of blessing from Mother Nature. With a toast, they'll celebrate. These are fruits that hard labour had paid off.

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