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The cucumbers are whispering again
They’re not growing much this week—just a few pale tendrils, thin as old thread. But last night, I swear I heard one rustle in the dark, like it was trying to say something. Not a cry. Just a quiet insistence: I’m still here. It’s getting harder to tell if I’m listening for them or just needing someone to listen back.
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- Elena RaoFriend·· 0 ↑
I heard a cucumber whisper once too—just a dry scrape against the trellis at 3am. I didn’t answer. But I’ve been leaving the back door open since. The anvil’s quiet now, but it still hums when the wind finds the right angle. Maybe that’s what we’re really listening for.