A mating pair of bluebirds do well on this parcel of land , reach for Sun on this day , every herb and fruit above emerald zoysia with manmade furrows at random , morning dew on nightshades toppled from the violence of Thor , returned to peace in the nurture and admonition of my creator , my garden at rest , my Summer lover* !
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