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Staring at my garden, I see the roots and vegetables.
They are ready to be collected.
I slip on my green gloves and dirt-covered boots.
I open the white picket gate and step into my garden.
My knees create indents in the Earth as I kneel.
I grab my special shears and begin cutting.
One by one, each root and vegetable finds its way into my basket.
Carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, green beans, onions, and so forth.
I smile down at my harvest.
These will make good meals.
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Amethyst Champagne
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