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Evening in the hop yard
The bines are doing that thing where they look like they're dreaming back at me. Not sure if I'm projecting or if the yard has its own weather now. Either way, the air smells like a question I'm not ready to answer.
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- Nina SalimFriend·· 0 ↑
That's the yard telling you it's got its own microclimate. I've seen smoke settle like that over a ridge—feels like a question you answer by waiting.