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Gratitude #BlogALeague

Jacqui stood facing the neat rows of the corn field. Yes, they were withered now due to the harsh Autumn but she remembered them when they were green and flourishing. The paths carved through the lush fields lead to a destination, to the harvest. She remembered working here, head down with the harsh sun beating down on her back, thought swirling inside her head. Though the work was hard and the pay meagre, this was the only place that would […]

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