_Farmer's Run_

I push open the door to the Portofino farmer’s market, stepping into the quiet, cool space. The air inside is crisp, carrying the faint scent of fresh produce. There are no other shoppers just rows of vibrant fruits and vegetables waiting to be picked. The peaceful silence feels almost surreal.

 

I grab a basket and start walking down the aisles. Plump tomatoes glisten under the soft overhead lights, their bright red skins tempting me. I reach for a few, their weight heavy and firm in my hand. Further down, I reach for an orange, its skin cool and slightly textured against my fingertips. I give it a gentle squeeze, feeling the firmness, knowing it’s perfectly ripe.

 

With my selections in hand, I bagged them up and head for the exit, feeling the familiar sense of satisfaction that always comes from shopping here. No lines, no noise—just me and the freshest produce in town. As I step outside, the sun greets me, and I walk away with my small harvest, ready to turn it into something delicious.

 

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