I’m an urban farmer
Dirt lines surround my cuticles.
Callouses lie under my ring finger
Weeding and mowing
Connect me to abundance
I dance without worry
An urban farmer
~Abbe
I’m an urban farmer
Dirt lines surround my cuticles.
Callouses lie under my ring finger
Weeding and mowing
Connect me to abundance
I dance without worry
An urban farmer
~Abbe
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Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Montly Newsletter
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What will you be getting?
Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Monthly Newsletter
You will not be spammed!