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Dragol´s pov The evening air is nice and fresh for my nose. I lean on my forearms. That are resting on the handrail before me. I feel so blessed. Why? Becouse all the plants that I have planted have survived their last replanting. And that´s good. I smile happily. Except from the veggies I will have much fruits in the late summer and autumn. The trees are filled with flowers, that are blooming for fully now. Around the flowers both on the trees and around the meadows, are bees buzzing. Together with fat bumblebees. Later in the season I will be on the hunt for the golden sugary treat that just bees are producing. Wild honey is soo good. But it is a bit dangerously to get your hands on. I fill my nose once again with the grassy and earthy scent that are in the air. My smile get wider. I st
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