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Last summer I worked a job picking a niche berry called “camerise”, or haskap in English. They are a faded blue when still plumply attached to its branch, but turn a deep purple once touched (or pink to light purple, if they are not yet ripe). Sometimes, after hours of picking, they begin to remind…
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I turn 26 years old with grimy hands, the fresh earthly soil still caught at the rim of my fingernails. A wide meadow is spread out around me, blooming with wildflowers that carry names I have yet to learn, and buzzing with the soft hum of bees and bumblebees who have no use for the…
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To give you an idea, here is how the first day of owning a bike went. It started off well when, on my first proper travel day from New Orleans to Birmingham, I almost lost my bike completely. I had arrived at the station 30 minutes in advance, instead of the 60 minutes recommended on…