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The First Day of Sowing
It is a cloudy day. The Father leads the way out the door, His Little One close behind. She’s clad in bright pink pants, green...
Retreat
Birdsong- a chatter and ringing in the trees. Heard but not seen. Breeze - a rippling of leaves. Then, a scattering of shimmery seedpod....
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