
Nick Routledge@nick_routledge
The winter crops were ready for transplanting before the deer fencing was ready to protect them, so I moved my bed to the garden for night watch. I should have moved outside months ago. Moonstruck, rain-struck, wind-struck, I adore sleeping inside the world rather than beside it.

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Garden with winter crops sizing up. In the background, a tarpaulin suspended over a makeshift bed.