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David tries to argue, but his body has already surrendered. He sleeps for forty minutes—not the shallow sleep of an alarm clock, but the deep, drifting sleep of a creature who finally feels safe. When he opens his eyes, he looks confused, then relieved. “I dreamed in smells,” he says. “Moss and wet stone.”

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At its heart, his life is about translation. He translates weather into action, landscape into story, solitude into company. He is a repository for local memory and a translator for strangers. His authority is not imposed but earned, an accumulation of correct predictions and generous corrections. People trust him because he returns what he borrows from the land: attention, repair, and witness. David tries to argue, but his body has already surrendered