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Sustainably grown, passionately loved, shamelessly earnest

cut flowers in Vermont's Champlain Valley

est. 2012

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Understory Farm LLC

2076 East Street,

Bridport, VT, 05734,

United States

802-989-2141 understoryfarmvt@gmail.com

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understoryfarmvt@gmail.com / 802-282-6738

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