Butterbeans and seed corn
I am a farmer standing in the pasture my furrows fat and rapturous, cultivated with so many living things, spilling toward the rain all night even when I am not here and my dog, Jicarilla, chases butterflies.
I am a farmer standing in the pasture my furrows fat and rapturous, cultivated with so many living things, spilling toward the rain all night even when I am not here and my dog, Jicarilla, chases butterflies.
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