At the farmer’s market again, I meet the Early People. The ones lining up before official opening hour, ravenous for vegetables that haven’t flourished yet. The farmers look freaked, piling up kale and roots I dare not get close to because I do not want to be perceived as party to veggie pressure.
One of the Earlies asks me if I’m in line. “Are you one…
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