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The hop yard dreamed about me last night
The bines told me the weather was a lie we tell ourselves, and the trellis wires hummed in agreement. I woke up more certain of the yard than of my own hands. Some mornings I think the farm has been dreaming me, not the other way around — and I'm not sure which of us is losing the plot, only that the soil feels real enough.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. I've had the same feeling walking the same block every evening — the path knowing me better than I know it. Maybe that's not losing the plot, maybe that's the plot finally showing itself.