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The mud was a symphony of rich and sweet browns, each of them brought to new strength by the recent rain.

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From the mud came green, the first hints of our wheat harvest.

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The mud had its own story to tell.

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Through the green of the fast growing spring grass rises the tracks of the earth, those pathways made by the bicycles over the rain washed ground. It emerges strong and rich, the kind of brown that soothes and compliments the blue sky.

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In the mud were the sole-prints of those who ran regardless of the weather.