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every waking thought fueled by juicy   strawberries not from distant lands stalked by native asparagus signs on empty spots indicate to our dismay the farmer’s market   Gone away for this week dejected  we head home desires  unmet with crumpled  canvas totes in unhappy hands.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Market Stalls
every waking thought fueled by juicy   strawberries not from distant lands stalked by native asparagus signs on empty spots indicate to our dismay the farmer’s market   Gone away for this week dejected  we head home desires  unmet with crumpled  canvas totes in unhappy hands.
Love farmer's markets.Local produce rocks.
april-dawn
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
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