

Told in the GardenMy hands dig into the dirt, pulling up weeds in the garden. Rosanna tells us the story of the harvest. The tomatoes are beginning to turn bright red, the raspberries grow in thick bunches that we eat on our break and the corn is as tall as the single sunflower in the middle of the crop. We get lost in our work and conversation as we dig. Clouds roll across the sky dimming the sun. We work on despite the threat of rain, lost in the stories of the earth and each other, moments streaming like wind currents.Told in the Garden
Waters rush, white-capping over rocks and flowing into the pool downstream. Alone among the trees I bask in warmth, tasting the
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