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The sun has now risen higher… Its light no longer soft… but steady… present… You can feel it resting on your shoulders… warming your back… The coolness of early morning is slowly fading… You pause for a moment… Not out of tiredness… but out of awareness… Your eyes move across the land again… And this time… You are not just looking… You are observing… Because a farmer’s work… Is not only in the hands… It is also in the eyes… You notice the slight change in the soil’s color… Some areas darker… hol