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I don't notice the cows or the Easter lilies anymore, because there's no place decent for me to stop and get over to the fence to commune with the cows, and the lilies are never in bloom when they harvest them for the markets. Still, I know that all along the coast of this beleaguered state are flower farmers of one ilk or another. Now I have to think about YET another industry dying in paradise.
pipe up any time....
