Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

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I watched him arrange the small wooden paddles in a clean glass jar, his movements steady and unhurried.

The gravel at the entrance of the market grounds was already crunching under the boots of the early sellers.

Mrs. Gable from the bakery stall next door waved to us as she began setting out her cinnamon rolls.

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