A Birthday Reflection—I wandered the farmers’ market, picked raspberries planted by birds, and remembered what freedom really means. Not chasing more—but tending what’s already here. A story about presence, homegrown joy, and the sacredness of choosing what matters.
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The Freedom to Choose Raspberries
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A Birthday Reflection—I wandered the farmers’ market, picked raspberries planted by birds, and remembered what freedom really means. Not chasing more—but tending what’s already here. A story about presence, homegrown joy, and the sacredness of choosing what matters.