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there is enough room at the edge of this town to breathe, wide open spaces and pleasent weather mix well with the butterflies and mice that inhabit the grainy and cornfed feilds aside the ranchers and workers. the livestock has fallen ill this season from the construction of the roads along the fences, the lack of grazing pastures are getting to the association this year it's being brought up to the board this week the air has just been thick with anticipation of the spring rains and chance for growth but the season is young so many things have to happen for us to reach the endgoal of our bounties, for us to recieve our cut we reap what we sow
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
The Foothills
there is enough room at the edge of this town to breathe, wide open spaces and pleasent weather mix well with the butterflies and mice that inhabit the grainy and cornfed feilds aside the ranchers and workers. the livestock has fallen ill this season from the construction of the roads along the fences, the lack of grazing pastures are getting to the association this year it's being brought up to the board this week the air has just been thick with anticipation of the spring rains and chance for growth but the season is young so many things have to happen for us to reach the endgoal of our bounties, for us to recieve our cut we reap what we sow
from island plains
vierra
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
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