I am sore from gardening all weekend. I’m still tearing down the gardens, planting bulbs, putting more garlic in the ground, covering the beds, laying the compost out, etc. every muscle in my body is in pain. Glorious, wonderful satisfied pain! There was a time when I could barely move. My healing has taken years, but it’s finally here! I am so enjoying being in this kind of pain instead of the other kind of pain!
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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