I have a dream.
Waking up at 5 am, right before the sun rises.
Stepping out of my small little house, onto the porch.
Gazing out into a vast field of green. My mind wanders to the day's activities. Cultivation, irrigation, manipulation and dehydration.
These tasks, so enjoyable, I speak to my crops, they sustain me as I sustain them.
As I ponder the mutually beneficial relationship, my dream is realized and tangible.
I'll have it all someday. The hard part is getting there.
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