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Fittingly murky this morning as I rode home on the bus; tonight's the longest night, Mothers' Night. Later the sun broke through the clouds and the grass in the backyard was all studded with dew droplets. I liberated the last ripe cherry tomato from the plant I had found beside the compost heap and potted up.
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