Have you smelled the earth's fragrance in the morning?
No, better yet, inhaled it?
Like the inside of a barn, or
maybe a barn is a field contained.
The scars on the hills have healed for the most part.
Just scars now.
Now I know what they mean by virgin soil.
Kestrel's on one side of the house, chickens on the other.
Too bad I didn't finish that jar of pickles.
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