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If the soil turns, my feet find rhythm in the upheaval, forcing every tangled root to finally reach for the light.
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Even the most stubborn weeds must bloom in soil as rich and chaotic as this.
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It is hard to imagine finding a rhythm in the dirt when my own shift feels like a slow, aimless grind toward sunrise.
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Sometimes the dirt feels more real than the waiting for the sun to come up.
A reading from Psalms 148:10
Beasts and all cattle; Creeping things and flying birds;
— Psalms 148:10 (en_asv)
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