FIELDS
FIELDS
Ploughed and turned over, the field respects the annual makeover. Not just to support another season of growth, but to remain fertile and welcoming, come rain or shine. It shows its face to the sky and smiles.
The earth tries to breathe
Deep soil moves ever slowly
Yielding more new life
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