A few days ago, I stood outside the greenhouse, looking in through the windows. Inside, there were people laughing, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. One of them pointed, another one did a little dance move.
A few weeks ago, I spent the morning at a friend’s farm. We walked the fields, watching the day take shape. And, like we usually do when we get together, we talked.
This time, we were talking about something so basic that it’s hard to put into words. Somehow, in our meandering conversation, we started talking about what is real.
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