Claws Of Time

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e, with rows of crops stretching

d dark, nourished by

as I could remember, coaxing the earth to y

ching in fascination as she guided the plow through the so

s she worked, her voice carryin

l - the flutter of a butterfly's wings, the chirping of

side, Grand-Mom paused and turned to

athing entity. It has a rhythm, a heartbeat t

the phases of the moon, and the movements of the stars

he shared her deep understa

llowing the soil to rest and rejuvenate, of the in

knowledge, accumulated over a

s and months, I began to see

soil, the way the leaves on the tr

birds that called this place home, each one pla

eedlings, I noticed a small, iridescent

ts seemingly purposeful and deliberate. Grand-Mom, sensing my i

lm. "It plays a crucial role in the health of our soil, breaki

e of life that took place beneath the sur

standing of the farm deepe