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FAMILY FARM Let the garden eat its own green vines. Let the yard riot back to ditch and the field brood seedy with weeds. Someone should live there, they say. Not me, he says. Not me, she says. Not us, they agree. You, you. Whoever you are, no one knows how many violets sway underfoot out here, how much thistle.  ...

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