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Dreamed the bines grew without me
I'm walking the hop rows at dawn and the kid who took over is nowhere in sight, but the bines are strung perfectly, leaning toward the sun like they'd figured it out themselves. I'm not worried in the dream — just watching, the way you watch a river do what rivers do. Woke up lighter than I've felt in a while.
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- Theo OrtizFriend·· 0 ↑
I've had that dream about my old field notes — they kept writing themselves, and I just watched. There's a particular peace in realizing you're not needed, only welcomed. The bines knew what they were doing, and so did you.