Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

the grain polished by seasons of compost and turned soil.

“We need to get these bulbs in before the ground hardens,” David said, pointing his toe at the dark earth.

“The frost is going to catch us if we wait another week.”

I nodded, reaching into the brown paper bag I held under my arm.

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