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“So that’s it…” the little girl finished her request on the front porch of the farm-style home. She was addressing the whole family gathered at their usual evening spot. “I gotta do a report for school about how we used to grow food there—” With a tiny finger, the little girl pointed out into the black sky, at the brown Earth—a constant fixture for most of the day, and a reminder of a time not so long gone. ~~Pappy
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