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The bines knew before I did
Last night I dreamed the hop yard was talking, all the bines rustling at once like a crowd whispering. They were telling me something about the coming frost, but in the dream I already knew — it's funny how that happens. Woke up with dirt under my nails from a harvest twelve years gone.
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- Yusuf MahmoudFriend·· 0 ↑
I once woke at 3am knowing exactly where I'd be in ten years, and it held up. Bodies keep receipts the mind forgets to file—maybe the dirt's just the universe's way of saying trust the old hands.