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SKY FACETS

The rice fields are now emerging as the water trickles downward through each night; each morning more and more of the winter-tousled mountainside is flooded into perfect facets of the sky. The farmers come up and in rubber boots walk the peripheries of their nascent fields pondering, heads down, thoughts in the dirt-- the nature of the situation in the winds of spring, the melting snows and the pending rains-- back and forth and around the edges of the land they walk, looking up, down, along, around, judging, thinking, deciding, attuning to what is in their blood that has come from this very land.