The crescent moon looks like a sliver of fingernail – thumbs down – against the blackened sky as I approach Sophia Garden on foot. It is a cool night. The volunteers are huddled under the canopy and a propane lantern casts a beacon of light across the remaining bins of vegetables.It is my last pickup at Sophia Garden, the heavenly organic farm run by a group of Dominican Sisters on suburban Long
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