My mulberry trees have been my place of refuge. From May through July, I work three different harvest cycles, twice a day, bringing in feasts of purple, black and red. Each tree is a therapy pal, whose leaves listen to my every thought.
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My mulberry trees have been my place of refuge. From May through July, I work three different harvest cycles, twice a day, bringing in feasts of purple, black and red. Each tree is a therapy pal, whose leaves listen to my every thought.
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