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The ploughed field was our harvest prayer, our hope of a good season to come.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2021.
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He would plough the crest of the field dreaming of the wheat that would wave in the heart of the summer season.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2021.
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The ploughed field amid the green was a sweet chocolate square.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2021.
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The combed earth was all ready for the green of spring.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2021.
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We tuck the seed into the brown so that they may dream themselves good deep roots and reach toward the sun.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2021.