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The air was fresh with potential a reminder of starts by first light looking for buried seeds to be warmed into springing up from beneath the fallen, pointed leaves scattered without knowing their final stop, to rest severed in the nonsense of decay that sacrifices any order to form laying the ground for new seasons: beans wrapped greenly around posts, red fruits lifted juicy by vines and the rounded roots engorged in earth with their sweetness to be eaten up.