Horror, began to adopt. just started and picked one, looked at hand, as if, like red and more bloodshed. fruit is very soft and can be out of touch of blood. taste one, sweet and sour, very good food. This, I fear no one. Carrying a basket in the woods to walk back and forth
Nap. Mulberry and now is a good planting season collected. It sleep in the arms of her mother, cling to the mother and greedy sucking the earth of nectar, it also like children, is now maturing, it changed from the blue powder, the powder red, from red to purple, from purple black, a useful plant. I
Collected one by one, picked are the most good. adopted to gather, I’ve found that I might call a race against time now, whenever the wind blows, the fruit will not help falling like rain, like successive toward the embrace of the earth. Not sure how long I picked a basket full, I look at the