harvest

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The sky looked like an endless canvas. Ominous black clouds covered the sky.
The farmer and his son break out in smiles.
Farmer sees a harvest through his lens.
‘Yay, its a holiday for me!’ the son jumped in joy.

(40 words)

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- #37

 

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