No AudioDemeter is barefoot, on her knees in the garden, tending her plants. She hums a soft melody, enoying the sun. The smell of the rich earth on the air, her fingers pressed into the soil loosening it.
No AudioDemeter is barefoot, on her knees in the garden, tending her plants. She hums a soft melody, enoying the sun. The smell of the rich earth on the air, her fingers pressed into the soil loosening it.
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