What if We Are the Compost?
Itâs a funny thought, isnât it? That weâour messy, imperfect, wonderful selvesâare the compost. The idea struck me while working in the garden, hands in the dirt, marveling at how life springs forth from decay. Compost is made of scraps: wilted lettuce, eggshells, coffee grounds, and bits of yesterdayâs leftovers....
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