Anjulie twisted a ripe tomato from its vine. It gave a small snap that started her mouth watering as she anticipated its burst of flavor.
She turned and half sat on the raised plant beds as she scanned the greenhouse. This was getting to be her morning habit, especially after a restless night.
The sun shone through the clear roof, warming Anjulie’s skin a…
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