Powder blue yields to forest green becoming golden wheat. Clement sighs, puts down the paint charts and stares out at the rain. @130story
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Powder blue yields to forest green becoming golden wheat. Clement sighs, puts down the paint charts and stares out at the rain. @130story
Beneath the nodding ears of golden wheat the harvest mouse clings to a stalk set trembling by the approaching combine. @130story
If th gods don't sort th rain then the wheat wont grow & life wont be sustained.tell th gods their cooperation is sought @130story