Published by Michael Seidel
Science fiction, fantasy, and mystery writer. Singer (sorry, no shows) & nudist (in my home). Beer, cat, cheese, coffee, pie and wine friend. Left IBM and Silicon Valley for the southern Oregon life but I miss the ocean. We're too far inland. Gotta move.
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yes please. those look wonderfully familiar. I grew up on a blueberry farm
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OMG. I’d love that, although a friend who also grew up on a blueberry farm (here in Oregon) said, no, her fingers were always blue…
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we used blueberrry rakes, the only way you got blue fingers was by picking them by hand. hard work, too.
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