Prologue
You do it like this, he said, dragging his knotty pinky finger through the dirt, and then like this, taking radish seeds from the package between thumb and forefinger, and then like this as he sprinkled seeds along the hollow little row he just made, and then this pinching the row closed with his thumb and forefinger, leaving a snow angel soil p…
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