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Imagine a crisp autumn day. A cool breeze sends the last few leaves, falling from nearby

barren trees. The change in colors recently passed its peak. The once bright and burnt

colors of autumn are beginning to fade to brown and gray.

Imagine long tables in the center of an old village. They are covered in pumpkins, corn

and squash, surrounded by friends and neighbors, mothers and daughters, others and sons,

grandparents and grandchildren. In the middle of these tables, sits a large cornucopia

made of woven reeds. The narrow end of the basket stands nearly two feet off the table.

As it curves down gently, it widens and opens. At its broadest point, it's nearly as big

as the table itself. Altogether, it covers half the table's length. During the annual harvest

festival, this cornucopia is filled to the brim with the fruits of the season's harvest.

Peas, potatoes, squash, horn and beans overflow from the front. And in front of that bounty,

sit the pies. So many pies, apple pies, pumpkin pies, become pies and pies you have probably

never heard of before, all rich and full of flavor. But despite all this, there's one clear

star of the harvest table, sweet potatoes. Every year, it's piled high with every kind of

food you could possibly make from sweet potatoes. Sweet potato bread, sweet potato

puttings and pies, candy sweet potatoes and mashed ones too. That's because this town

is known for its famous sweet potato crop. At harvest time, the brown and orange banners

go up. The sweet potato decorations cover every corner of town. The towns people send

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