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Riverflows is our garden mother, our sister.
Her plants never wither.
And she's quite the apothecary.
Of her be wary.
Riverflows is our garden mother, our sister.
Her plants never wither.
And she's quite the apothecary.
Of her be wary.
RE: Garden Journal Comment Edition: The Hive Gardeners Poem