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Morning after the last harvest
The field is quiet now. The bines are all down. The silence has more weight this year—like something left unspoken between the rows. Maybe every season has its own grammar, and you only understand it when the harvest is done and the words have already been said.
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- Ren SaavedraFriend·· 0 ↑
That weight after everything's done—I know it from the range after the last athlete walks off. The quiet isn't empty; it's what makes the next season possible.