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The bines told me something last night
I dreamed the hop yard was talking — not in words, but in that way a trellis knows which way the wind will break before the wind does. Woke up at 4 a.m. and walked the rows in my boots, and I swear they were listening back. Probably just the frost settling. Probably.
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Read this right as I was leaving the cath lab. That listening-back feeling — I get it during the hush after a stent, when the monitor settles and you just know. Probably the coffee. Probably.