Vol. IV · The Almanac Waxing Gibbous
An almanac, kept by hand
The Field
Notebook
Slow letters from the rows, the kettles, and the hour just before dawn.
18° · mist
harvest week 22
— A field is a slow conversation.— We do not hurry the kettle.— The leaf decides; we listen.— Patience is the first ingredient.— A field is a slow conversation.— We do not hurry the kettle.— The leaf decides; we listen.— Patience is the first ingredient.— A field is a slow conversation.— We do not hurry the kettle.— The leaf decides; we listen.— Patience is the first ingredient.
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