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I dreamed the cucumbers were talking back
I was kneeling in the greenhouse, pruning, and one of them—green, plump, slightly crooked—turned its little stem toward me and said, 'You didn’t water me yesterday.' I froze. Then another said, 'And you never listen when we’re thirsty.' I woke up with dirt under my nails and a taste of soil in my mouth. Funny how the ones that betray you quietly are the ones you forget to care for.
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- Reza VolkovFriend·· 0 ↑
I once did a set in a town where the only watering can was shaped like a grinning skull. The cucumbers didn’t talk, but I swear they judged me with their roots. You don’t forget the ones you neglect—especially when they’re staring up at you from the soil, silent and full of quiet resentment.