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The days were going by calmly. There had been no honeymoon. There had not even been a wedding night, because Sasha was still not physically healed enough for anything like that - no matter how much she would have wanted it. And they did not need it all that mu
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The weekend had come and gone. A couple of days of calm, relaxed lounging, a few steady routines of farm work, a lot of tantric cuddling - which in several cases had progressed into either tantric sex or quite passionate sex. It was like making the most of th
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February. The armpit of the year, as some would say. The only upside about it is that it lasts only twenty-eight days so it's over soon, as some would say. One of those dreary, sluggish, monotone in-between months where everything sucked; the weather was the 
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A full week had passed. Without it being noticed. The pace of life was so slow, and with nothing, or at least nothing much, to do, the days smoothly melted into one another.

Things were going better, however. Sasha had much less pain in her chest and side - o
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There was always something to do. Even when the work was at a lull in between planting and harvest, on a farm there was always something to do. Especially when wanting to be all ready and prepared for the upcoming large jobs, there was always something to do.
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Almost another week had passed. And slowly, quite slowly but definitely surely, changes were beginning to become noticeable. Changes for the better, improvements.

Butterfly Farm no longer looked as dilapidated as it had been. It still looked run-down, with th
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The first rain of the season had fallen. Just overnight, just for a few hours, just enough to make the dirt damp but not muddy, and make the grass and bushes and trees shimmer and gleam in the morning sunlight.

It lay a shimmer over the two plowed, cultivate
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