I noticed that my elderly farmer neighbors plant their potatoes only before a full moon, and one day, armed with pen and paper, I went to ask them to tell me all the secrets of lunar cycle and gardening.
I am down here, and the moon is way up there, replied my 85-year-old neighbor, one of the kindest people I've ever known, old and wise enough to know that rules and traditions are here to serve us, and not the other way round.
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