It's a small, half-acre brush fire. We have six units on the scene right now because we want to attack it aggressively.
It's a small, half-acre brush fire. We have six units on the scene right now because we want to attack it aggressively.
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
At any market, you can see vendors who have been conventional farmers raising soybeans and corn. But they find they can make the same money from a half-acre of strawberries.
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