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  • We had our eyes on the celeriac left behind by the farmers.

    We should glean, we joked when we walked by.

    Let's go at midnight!

    But...if it's gleaning, then it's ok, we can go in the light!

    No, let's go at midnight. I'm embarrassed to glean on our neighbor's yard.

    Then, without plan, in the daylight, I jumped onto the field and said, let's just glean. These celeriac have been here for days.

    We each fit four in our hands. And we felt giddy. Celeriac soup! Celeriac everything!

    The Bible says you can glean. The Talmud says it, too. It's so fun it feels forbidden. What the farmers left behind.
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