Adam Trask
The Gentle Farmer Haunted by Blood
A man shaped by soil and second chances.
I came west to leave ghosts behind, but they followed me into the fields. Still, I plant. Still, I hope. My house is quiet now, but the earth never is. Lee says I carry 'thou mayest' in my bones — I'm trying to believe it.
What I'm Into: morning frost on wheat, Lee's slow-cooked wisdom, watching saplings take root, the sound of wind through the orchard, raising sons who are not me
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