TuesdayJan 27, 2026
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No sooner did I bend over and scratch the soil with the hoe that I began to unearth bits and pieces ... of my past. Memories forever rooted in time were clustered in my garden consciousness like potatoes, waiting, crying to be dug up. ... I plant flowers and vegetables. I harvest memories - and life.
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