#debukefarmhold

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"I'm back in the saddle, again." Clem sings to herself, merrily. The Chief missed the fire here so much.

And then, she gets a text. She looks at it with a sigh. She was about done with mundane things for a bit. It was a time for writing spiders, and talking scare crows, a time for giants tilling the earth and mystic bounty. She did not want to text.

But she glanced at it and read what had come from.. oh, Gerd? How curious.

The Text read TXT: Gerd Here. How are you for grains that are used as horse feed?

Clem browed. Which did not translate to text, and began to reply.

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