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Winter in the cellar. Frozen. Silent. Working slowly. It is 20 degrees colder than it is outside. I struggle to stay warm similar to during harvest where I struggled to stay dry. Coffee isn't for energy, but for heat. I can barely type most mornings and have started walking out into the sun for a minute or two just to be reminded that it gives more than light this time of year.
Among the almost eerie still is a different eye. One that looks deeper and finds a tiny toy dinosaur in the dirt that gives a smile and slowly warms up our space.