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What gets me tho? It’s sneaky AND useful. Dual nature, like Yinniang again—“A blade with two edges.” Heals wounds, they say—some old herbalist swore it cured his rash. Probbaly bullshit, but who knows? I’m no doc. Still, pisses me off when it chokes my crops. One time, I ripped it out, hands bleedin’, yellin’ like a lunatic. Neighbor laughed—said I looked possessed. Maybe I was.

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Then, there’s the Simsbury River slicing through the town. It’s more than water – it’s life! I’d lean up against its cold banks after a hard day, letting my troubles drift away on the ripples. Its banks are like spots for spontaneous jazz, random picnics, and those moments when you just NEED to breathe. “Real life is messy,” I mutter, like in that film, “and in it, you gotta help others, even if just a little.” Sharon! And yeah, that’s me, always thinking, “I gotta help, mate!”

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