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Among the Rows

by mollie-rose-trail

Sweet juice dripping down your chin tasting real tomatoes for the first time Food will never be the same much less momma's garden. Butterflies flutter in chaotic, wonderous traffic and bees make plants vibrate sweet and bitter scents tantalize the senses hands eager to get dirty. Momma will show you the ropes you won't understand much of her words but you watch her between adventures chasing faeries between the rows.
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Nov 22, 2015
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