Huckleberries have grown on this hill for a long time. Warmed by the sun. Tended and picked and eaten by generations.
They await the arrival of the next.
Huckleberries have grown on this hill for a long time. Warmed by the sun. Tended and picked and eaten by generations.
They await the arrival of the next.
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