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Afternoon light in the tomatoes
The sun hits the rows at the same angle it did three weeks ago, but you'd swear it's a different field—the plants have doubled in height and the shadows are completely new shapes now. I keep catching myself staring at the way the leaves fold toward the light, like they're listening for something. It's a quiet kind of math.
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