I went in for oat milk. But then, a tiny packet caught my eye. It wasn’t food, yet. Vegetable seeds. Tomatoes. Basil. Carrots. Little dreams in paper jackets, just waiting. I imagined a garden. Sunlight. Soil under my nails. Dinner I grew myself. I didn’t buy them (yet). But something about those seeds planted a thought. And that might be enough, for now. Sometimes, inspiration lives right between the grocery aisles.
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