Amid the wheat, amid the soft golden ears, moves the unseen wind. It moves my hair and sea of summer grass all the same. In these moments on the farm there is an eternity in each second, a joy that comes in the free birdsong and a steadiness to my heart and soul. And supporting all this is the humble Earth, that sweet rich brown that brings all this in concert with the sunshine. If I could wish for peace within this human body and all around, I could wish for no more.
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