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Into skies from heaven-spun black to the bluest cloud-free scapes, stretch Earth's gold fields.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 28, 2021.
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Each wand of wheat embraces its doorway into the sky, for as palpable as love itself is the home of the divine. And so the fields of gold realise their truth, that they are the treasure born of Earth to grow.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 28, 2021.
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The gold fields fed our souls as much as our bellies, for in the sepia light of the setting sun they surpassed any masterpiece anyplace, anytime.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 28, 2021.
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When we escaped the money-nexus, wheat was our gold, and those fields, those blessed fields, were poetry to the soul.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 28, 2021.