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Didn't sleep much last night, but when I did, my brain gave me something lovely.
I was some sort of reporter, visiting a co-op some Natives had set up in the south. It was threadbare, cluttered with broken shit and dirty, like farms are, but also thriving if you knew how to look. There were rich compost areas, shelves of preserves, gardens seeded from deliberate leftovers, animals and children and old people and everyone in between. I ran through their fields with their dogs, wading through knee-deep white flowers and spinning in cottonwood seeds falling thicker than snow without a care for the mosquitos eating me alive. I learned their butchering methods on a goat and we joked about my useful/lessness if I joined the co-op. I came just to write an article, but ended up wanting to stay, support, and be supported by these people.
Woke up at 3:30 feeling like I'd slept the whole night.
I was some sort of reporter, visiting a co-op some Natives had set up in the south. It was threadbare, cluttered with broken shit and dirty, like farms are, but also thriving if you knew how to look. There were rich compost areas, shelves of preserves, gardens seeded from deliberate leftovers, animals and children and old people and everyone in between. I ran through their fields with their dogs, wading through knee-deep white flowers and spinning in cottonwood seeds falling thicker than snow without a care for the mosquitos eating me alive. I learned their butchering methods on a goat and we joked about my useful/lessness if I joined the co-op. I came just to write an article, but ended up wanting to stay, support, and be supported by these people.
Woke up at 3:30 feeling like I'd slept the whole night.
