In the gray dawn, rows of bicycles bobbed at their moorings
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. They were coming toward where the flag was and I went along the fence.
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The Sound of Hooves Beating on the Sandy Ground Comes First
Then the breathing, strained and short-winded. Panting. A snort. The white ground splits to allow the emergence of twisted acacias, with their rounded crowns and roots embedded deeply in the earth, and the thorny branches of mesquites
You're Not That Little Rose Any More, That You Used To Be
Wild raspberry is not for you, nor the man like me. God provides me, god takes from me. You were the little rose, you're not anymore. Very well
Sixto Says: Nor Your Recipes for My Happiness
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When The Schlossberg Tower Tolls
I'll go down, down to the gardens, pretending I need to pick the plums that ripened. And then...
Publishing Another Article With Related Items
Hot weather was beneficial for all the crops both outside, and inside the polytunnel. Espcially well are brandywine tomatoes.
