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you've grown wings, it seems, by leavethebes
But here he is thinking about gardening. Growing things for the sake of growing them. Settling. Permanence. The past and the future, and the improbable confluence of both.
Maybe, in a million years from now, he’ll come back to this spot and remember how he once stood here in the misty morning air thinking about planting radishes.
But here he is thinking about gardening. Growing things for the sake of growing them. Settling. Permanence. The past and the future, and the improbable confluence of both.
Maybe, in a million years from now, he’ll come back to this spot and remember how he once stood here in the misty morning air thinking about planting radishes.