The sun felt warm on her skin, and she heard the whisper of wind rustling through leaves and the buzz of cicadas and bees. It sounded like a never-ending conversation. The smell of the turned dirt under her was fresh, metallic. And there it was, that buzz beneath her skin. A vibration of sameness. She felt part of it, part of the earth beneath her that she’d spent her day tending, part of the air that caressed her skin and filled her lungs. She felt John next to her, too. Her senses were keenly aware of his presence as if, somehow, he were the anchor of it all. Rooted and reaching at the same
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