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Rhubarb – Not a quarrel or a squabble, but a recipe

Posted on June 8, 2012 by mainecrimewriters

“Some people are like ants. Give them a warm day and a piece of ground and they start digging. There the similarity ends. Ants keep on digging. Most people don’t. They establish contact with the soil, absorb so much vernal … Continue reading →

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