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Soil and Spice

Reads 113
Votes 9
Parts 6
Time 48m

Reads 113
Votes 9
Parts 6
Time 48m

She moved in with a suitcase full of spices.
He didn't think anyone could rearrange his kitchen-or his heart.

"You want real tea?" she said.
"Let the master show you how it's done."
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Sparks fly when a Desi academic takes on a Midwestern rancher-one cup at a time.All Rights Reserved

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