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The Morel of the Story
She climbed the hill of daffadils, her hips held a sway. The mountain laurels were in bloom, this bright sunny day. Meandering thru the forest the soft moss felt so light, she suddenly discovered a lovely mushroom site. She was quite happy with her find, the village of mushrooms surrounded by pines. They were off white, matsutake, if I gather several pounds, how much will they pay? The morel of this story is really not profound, as long as your still on this earth be sure to look around.
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Nancy Kaufman
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