Riding around countrysides filled with a pride of
patriotic beauty and simplicity.
Traipsing over lands and acres of earth, finding
and locating all of life secured within it's hands.
Turning soil, locating it's life-giving properties,
growing food for all people.
Farmers waking before the sun rises, working all
day long without any phases of rest in between.
Cultivating, growing, and reaping in food for
everyone.
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