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Beets

by mollie-rose-trail

A glass jar lay in the refrigerator a shallow pool of dark juice inside dated last summer last legs. Rewind a little and its filled to the brim white blobs are packed tight white but purple color revealed. Rewind even farther and it's 'new' I say we should make it last dad's excited too pickled beets! Rewind more and two friends are picking dirty hands, sweaty brow, farm day fun thanks for company kind charity. Rewind more and friend is picking beets family trip to the farm for groceries preserving the extra time shares. Roots like community spirit, purple juice infectious like kindness.
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Nov 22, 2015
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#community#beets#farmtotable#pickledbeets#foodpoetry
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