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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 ***** 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
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Among the Rows
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 ***** 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
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Beets