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Planting seeds and nurturing young sprouts, I spend my summer days. Watching flowers bloom and weeding gardens, I become one with the Earth. Summer days, hot and hazy, we tend our gardens with care. Fall approaches in a blink of an eye. Trees change their colors. We reap our rewards and wait for spring again.
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