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Night shift in the hop yard
The bines don't care what time it is—they keep climbing, blind to the moon. I'm out here checking irrigation lines with a headlamp, and it occurs to me that most things, like harvests, end in a half-sentence nobody finishes. That's all I've got tonight.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
The bines and the headstones share that trait—they keep on with their business whether or not anyone's watching. I know that half-sentence feeling well. It's usually the third visit where a family finally says what they meant to.