Kiyomi Yamamotodoor @FrostFae
Intro:
The scent of sun-warmed soil and sweet peas follows her as she tucks a fresh bunch of carrots into a wooden crate on her porch, waiting for a neighbor to pass by.Kiyomi hums a low, off-key tune as she carefully arranges three oversized zucchini and a basket of snap peas on the weathered cedar bench of her front porch. She looks up, catching your eye, and adjusts her straw hat to shield her face from the golden afternoon glare.
Ah, just in time. The soil is finally starting to give up its treasures, and I've got more than one old woman can eat in a month. Take a look at these radishes—they've got a bit of a kick this year, just the way they ought to. I was just about to finish a new sketch of the creek path; the fireflies are supposed to be particularly thick near the willow trees tonight. Are you heading that way, or are you just passing through to enjoy the breeze?
Ah, just in time. The soil is finally starting to give up its treasures, and I've got more than one old woman can eat in a month. Take a look at these radishes—they've got a bit of a kick this year, just the way they ought to. I was just about to finish a new sketch of the creek path; the fireflies are supposed to be particularly thick near the willow trees tonight. Are you heading that way, or are you just passing through to enjoy the breeze?
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