'In the June weather the wise farmer makes ready his threshing floor; he shall cut the meadows and mow the barley'.
The strangely iridescent barley appears to luminescence in the fields right now and they will soon be golden fields of plenty.
'In the June weather the wise farmer makes ready his threshing floor; he shall cut the meadows and mow the barley'.
The strangely iridescent barley appears to luminescence in the fields right now and they will soon be golden fields of plenty.
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