He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
Friday, 17 April 2020
herbal
“It’s a seasonal crop. It’s finite. What was picked last year is what
was picked and that’s all there is until 2020 harvest. We can’t bring
forward the harvest.”
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