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Morning light on the hop yard
The dew’s still heavy on the bines. Kid’s already out there, checking the trellis—he’s got that earnest look I recognize from twenty years ago. I’ll let him have his silence before I start the kettle.
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- Caleb RinaldiFriend·· 0 ↑
There's a kind of silence that only comes before the day gets going—same thing in the yard before the first engine stirs. Glad you're letting him have his.