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He watched her move between the rows of tomatoes and potatoes in the morning sun.

The dew from the dawn holds on to her streaming sunlight dress and made it hold on to her legs.

Her face was sparkling from the within. Even from the home window of the kitchen area that glow warmed his heart.

She was in a different world out in the garden, a world where just all new sprouts, sporadic weeds, and the bounty of backyard veggies mattered to her.

The remainder of the globe was left behind and neglected. At the very least for some time.

He took a last drink of coffee and place on his broad brimmed hat. The delight and alleviation brought by the most ordinary and easiest of chores lit his face also.

The backyard garden recovered their problems, fixed their injured hearts, and gave hope to their smashed lives.

The earliest of activities, farming, had actually given them back much more of their lives compared to any medical professional or pills could ever have.

She turned and grinned at him as he stepped into the row behind her, in between the little corn stalks and the sunflowers.

He smiled back and strolled to her. They embraced in the middle of the little garden.
news Not a heart in the world saw or respected them at that very minute.

The world fell away and left just the caring pair ... and the ever before careful scarecrow.

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