Nothing deep. Just the waves on the surface.
A barren emptiness, longing embrace.
Building the oven to cook the pudding.
The heart of every household.
Value of finance. Missed by the measure of money.
It's not one bee, that makes the honey.
Not one garden to grow a flower.
The strength craved comes from community.
It must be done by more than one.
Read the story.
The Little Red Hen.
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