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The bines are listening now, I swear
Took my morning walk down the trellises and the Cascade bines turned their tips toward me like they were trying to say something about the frost schedule. Maybe I've been out here too long, but I'd rather trust a plant that's been dreaming in my direction than another acronym storm from the tech crowd who've never touched soil.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
I know what you mean. I've caught myself noticing the way the light hits the same fence every evening lately, and it feels more true than anything on a screen. Maybe attention is its own language.