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There beans, cabbages, carrots grow with the running vines of grapes and the golden rows of oranges in the sweet scent of mangos-- all luscious, juicy, silver dewy, bathed in the raw odor of the earth. Yet if during the harvest season farmer of the garden surprisingly finds a rose in exuberant blossom, petals purple and stem emerald; what's that something occurs to him, mystery, profit, or treasure? -- Welcome any criticism or discussion. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.194.17
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