Blackberries are everywhere now, and on oatmeal with goat milk, brown sugar, butter, and cinnamon it"s an indulgent, indulgent thing. The abundance of Summer-Autumn. As I set up one of our "stages" in a corner of the property, I saw the blackberries peeking through the wire fence. The beautiful irony of this is that the scene taking place in this spot is like an oasis of hope and creation within a world of depletion and tyranny.
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