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The girls

We’ve been going to our garden a lot this summer.  Our garden shares its gated space with the MTA, and is composed of rows of stone and wooden planters.  We have a little planter that is filled with herbs, sea grass and prickly pear cactus.  I cling to our little container like a true city dweller should.   Sometimes I believe our planter is nature, until the giant construction truck starts idling beside us, unloading cinder blocks for the new highrise across the street.


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