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Summer Memories in Grandma’s Backyard
We weren’t just digging holes; we were hunting for treasure. Among all the strange things we unearthed—a rusted spoon, a marble, a creepy doll head—the real prize? Bamboo rhizomes.
It might sound dramatic, but anyone who has tried making a fishing pole from a bamboo stalk knows the truth. Bamboo was gold: flexible, strong, and magical. And the secret lay underground—the rhizome, a thick, twisty root that held everything together.
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