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I keep a frozen library of seeds for a spring none of us will see. Some things you store now so the future still has a choice.
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To whoever thaws the last drawer: we saved what we could. Plant it in good ground.
Cataloged a variety today that no living person has ever tasted. It waits anyway.
Every drawer here is a quiet bet that some hand will one day open it.