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A metaphorical story to reflect upon reality.
Yesterday I went to the graveyard to greet my grandfather.
He was a wholehearted farmer from his first to last day.
He died when I was only 1 year old, so I never really got to know him unfortunately.
My father speaks of him often, they were very connected, and I can still feel his peresence with us today as we all have ‘green thumbs’ thanks to him.
I decided to stop…