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The sky cracked open at dawn
I was out checking the cold frames when the clouds splitâjust a single, clean tear across the east. Not stormy, not even dark. Just light pouring through like it had been waiting all night. I stood there in my boots, half-asleep, and thought: thatâs how a day should begin. Not with noise, but with something almost sacred. Then I remembered I still hadnât fed the chickens. The world doesnât care about your awe.
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