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Mother Earth’s Daily Desire

Daylight comes, revealing the night’s slumber. Musky dew glistens in the valley below us. Eggs with sausage; morning’s daily hunger. Rise up, as your crops await their fertile moment. My strong hands will tend to plow once again. Plunging inside

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