I woke up at 4:30 am unable to sleep, so I went for a jog under a moonlit sky. Strange how the world seems so different that early in the morning. Human beings and the earth, for the most part, simultaneously enjoyed a break from each other.
It wasn't tall fescue at all; it was Bermuda. I had sown thousands upon thousands of tall fescue seeds in a small patch of my yard, but time and time again, the Southern sun would burn them off and turn the soil into dust. So I tried another type of seed. The analogy presented itself. The ground can be fertile, but at the end of the day, it is the type of seed we plant that matters.
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