Humblely I got down my knees, to ask for their appearance.

They are gifts, from the mother of the land, from the mysterious secrets of the nature.

7 hours of potato-harvesting, I see myself through the dark dirt.

It turns out that I'm not a harvestman, I'm only a blessed receiver, without asking for being blessed.

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