Most entertaining chapter yet. "I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted." "It was no longer beans that I hoed, nor I that hoed beans" (instead he was making music by adding to the sounds of nature when his hoe made stones ring, no longer just himself but part of nature's orchestra)... hilarious. I aspire to be half as whimsical as this man was.
— May 16, 2025 06:51AM
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