The market first thing in the morning is a magical place. Before the doors open, the dark is silent but alive with possibility. It waits. Sunrise. As each door opens to welcome the farmers the light begins to wake the day. Produce glows green, red and orange and the dew is still pearled from the pick. Voices fill the empty chamber with laughter, greetings and stories from generations of farming replacing the quiet with a symphony of sounds. But the silence, the waiting, the possibility...it's magic.
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