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gotta start somewhere
this is hard
oat of sight, oat of mind
What could the humble oat teach us if we were not alienated from them?
Would they suggest growing and thriving to secure my future, as their ancestors did?
Would they take root without hesitation, as if it was the only option?
Would they bend with the wind, as the combine harvester reaps with unstoppable efficiency?
Tragically, I can't find the answers in my oat milk.