
Walking in the Fields
Feet on the ground. My feet are on the ground, and it’s a moment where I wish they weren’t. The perspective from right here sucks. I see you all plowing, planting, and fertilizing the soil under your own feet, and I don’t know what kind of fruit you’re looking to produce. I don’t even know what kind of fruit I want to produce, either. I’m … Continue reading Walking in the Fields