Just some dead plants in the garden after the nasty weather, forgotten until in the mood for clearing. Drudgery I suppose. Until my hasty fingers grasping for mingering roots encountered something bulky and warm. I know what it is on contact. I could not believe it. It’s just the right time too. All the days that I forgot about what I sown, I don’t deserve it, but earth gives her due.
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