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  • I watched my six year old child from the deck. Shirtless and barefoot, she silently searched the garden for treasures hidden beneath the fat, lobed leaves of the cucumber and squash plants. There was still a good bit of morning fog which made the vision of my lovely child dream-like. She paid no mind to her mother watching her over the natural fence made of vigorous green bean vines. She just lifted leaves and twisted off cucumbers which she struggled to keep hold of as she gathered more than her thin arms and small hands could manage. The hens followed her, scratching up bugs and seeds stirred up in her wake. If I could spend forever in one moment, I'd live watching my Aurora gardening.
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