Write as Rain: This is WWOOFing

Rain Stites This is WWOOFing Gritting my teeth, I slipped gloves back over each of my stinging, red, dirt-caked hands. My body was sore but my heart so full; I was ready for war.  An army of stinging nettle plants towered over me. I knew, though, that little by little, we’d make progress and the…

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