Darel Dean

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The last time we picked beans together I was heading towards the beginning of our ending; we were grocery shopping in my garden before I flew out east to visit my gilded cage, making sure nothing went bad while I was gone, because what a waste that would be, to let all those nights sowing and watering seeds go to waste, to let all that life lived shrivel up and die…



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what a waste indeed....

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