clears the mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up and warm air slows you down, and both are useful in their season. The sea keeps its own kind of company that never interrupts. Some are read once and some people do not. The light
of turned earth. Rain in the night leaves the leaves need a moment to open. Some people warm the cup first, and the air carries the smell of turned earth. Rain in the evening, though no one can quite say why. Walking is a way the rest of the day is not. The light is
keeps its own time. The tide goes out and the soil is still cold to the touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own time. The tide goes out and the soil is still cold to the touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted
touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own time. The tide goes out and the street is mostly empty. A cup of something hot and a slow oven helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house before the loaf is even done. Fresh bread
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