The pace of progress can mimic many motions. Sometimes its sudden, like a lane change at rush hour. Sometimes its subtle, like slowly turning up the heat on a pot of water. A boiling by degrees. But don’t fear, we wouldn’t throw anything at you we didn’t think you could handle. This little ditty is singing a song of lemon-lime, gooseberries, melon and, uh, maybealittlebita kiwi yeah?
HOPS: Nelson, Galaxy, Motueka
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