The leaves change and it rains.
The hill washes out to bricks again.
Fill dirt clogging the drain.
The chickens have turned their yard into sheet mulch.
We have almost got the gate up.
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The leaves change and it rains.
The hill washes out to bricks again.
Fill dirt clogging the drain.
The chickens have turned their yard into sheet mulch.
We have almost got the gate up.
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