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| The farmer loves his corn. He's in love with his crop: its smell, its freshness, those green and yellow colors, the sun in the horizon... Sometimes, when the day is ending, he can´t avoid falling asleep, hanging from his stick and start dreaming. He dreams with an ideal world in which the birds don´t bite him, they don´t even bite the corn, and he flies enjoying the smell of the harvest. |
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