The Sun The Moon And The Wheat Field _verified_

The wheat field rustles. It sounds like rain, but it isn’t rain. It is the whisper of ten thousand grains telling you that the cycle continues. The sun will always burn. The moon will always pull. And the wheat, so long as there is soil and a farmer to trust, will always rise to meet them.

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