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August Anthem

Blueberries rushing down five at a time from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom of a coffee can until growing numbers mute the beat. Super pickers fill two cans an hour in bumper season. Pies and muffins march from ovens and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown. In blueberry time we reach to the highest hoards. On these gems of the Sun we feast like lords.

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