South of the railroad that is itself south of the Snohomish river are fields filled with a variety of things. In some places it is corn. Here, it is blueberries. Lots and lots of them.
These fields are hanging full of as yet unpicked blueberries.
And they are not small fields. If it seems to reach all the way across the wide valley, it is because they, in fact, do.
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