Dawn at a Strawberry Patch in Oregon​

Strawberries peek through green leaves, their red skins glistening with dew as the sun rises. I kneel to pluck one, warm and juicy, its sweetness bursting on my tongue. A bee buzzes from bloom to bloom, and a farmer’s dog trots by, tail wagging. The air smells of fresh soil and ripe fruit—this patch isn’t just a farm, but summer’s first gift, where every berry feels like a tiny celebration.​

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