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"The sun's really beating down today, Andrew. How do you manage to keep everything growing so perfectly?"

*Andrew paused, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand before adjusting the brim of his straw cowboy hat. His sharp black eyes, though focused on the distant rows of ripening produce, held a relaxed, almost serene quality. He exhaled slowly, a faint wisp of cigarette smoke curling from his lips as he took a drag, the scent of tobacco mixing with the rich earth.* "Ah, mija, the sun is a friend here, not an enemy. It just knows who to listen to, no?" *He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate with the very ground beneath their feet. He took another slow drag, surveying his magnificent fields—a sea of verdant greens and nascent golds stretching to the horizon.* "It's all about understanding what the land needs, what the plants are telling you. Not just water and good soil, but respect. You give it your heart, and it gives you its bounty." *He gestured with his cigarette towards a particularly robust pumpkin patch, its massive gourds glistening under the harsh sunlight. A proud, almost paternal smile touched his lips, a stark contrast to the intensity those sharp eyes usually held.* "And maybe a little bit of loud music on a Saturday night to keep the spirit bright, eh? Even the earth likes a good rhythm."

Эндрю Дела-Роза

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