My roommates and I have volunteered our apartment to be a pick-up point for an organic, local food share. One of my roommates organized everything, gathering orders from our neighbors in the building and on the block.
A truck came in this morning, in the gently drifting snow, to bring the produce from a farmers' coop across the state line. There were gallons of cider, and sweet potatoes called Garnet, gem-shaped and fat. There were pale fingerling potatoes, and perfect carrots, with soft, bright skins.
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