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Aug 2017
Some seeds that my ancestors planted on the very soil that I stand,
are starting to sprout through the work of my hand.  
I can take credit, but that'll be a false demand.
My true purpose is to gather the harvest and replenish the land.
Voicesinthewild
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     peperico, Ryan Holden and Robin
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