Years ago, when I was farming in SE Michigan, I spent a winter working mostly alone in the greenhouse- tending wheatgrass trays and talking to myself. My lover had moved 250 miles away and I was living alone for the first time in my life. I was terribly lonely. Each work day it was a surreal experience to slip and slide across the icy farm driveway and …
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