What the Rain Knows" A Story of Grief, Gardens, and Growing Things The community garden in Mapo-gu had eleven plots and one rule: whatever you grew, you shared. Esi Darko had taken plot seven in March, two months after arriving in Seoul and four months after the kind of loss that rearranges everything — her mother, sudden, a Tuesday afternoon phone call that had divided her life permanently into before and after. She had come to Seoul because staying in Accra had been impossible and going back to Toronto, where she'd done her graduate work in urban planning, had felt wrong, and Seoul had offered a fellowship that needed someone who understood community spaces, and she had thought: somewhere that is entirely new. Somewhere with no shape of her yet. She had not expected to want to grow things. But the garden had been there, and the plot available, and something in her had needed to put her hands in the ground. Plot six belonged to Oh Hyun-Soo. He was forty-one, whi...
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