“Stop Glorifying Busy”
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I grew up on an apple orchard. Every spring the trees would need pruning. We would pile the branches into huge brush piles. In the summer and fall once they had dried out, we would have friends over,  make a batch of apple cider, and have immense bonfires. Living in the middle of no where, the stars on my families farm are shockingly bright. The sparks from the fire would float into the blackness, turning into stars. Time felt infinite.