A fine field of high grass ripples in the breeze, a verdant green ocean splashed with speckles of buttercup yellow. You sense more than see that somewhere in the depths, where the dark earth lies cool and calm, rabbits bound through emerald tunnels that swim beneath the glistening surface. No crop is being grown. No livestock grazes here. Someone must be leaving the field fallow for a future season’s growth.

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