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10/03/2011 6:32pm (UTC)[quote]
Hemp is one of the front runners in eco-construction. Its sustainable, it adds to the soil instead of depleting it and it can be used for rope, clothing, seeds and oil for food. Once you are established this is an excellent resource to consider. My sister in law lives in a commune type farm in Australia and they grow it, they are fully sustainable they even sell the weed for money to support the farm but if u want to get away from money just use it yourself medicinally!
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10/30/2012 8:46am (UTC)[quote]
I bet half the posters in such a thread have bought why not before. It's just so so many people practical
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03/25/2013 11:54am (UTC)[quote]
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05/05/2013 12:52am (UTC)[quote]
KfHADF I really enjoy the article post.Much thanks again. Awesome.
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10/25/2013 7:25pm (UTC)[quote]
I'd like to write a follow up article, "Shut up and get in the kitchen".

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