Fresh soil feels like silk between fingers. The richness against the flesh, did you know how many nutrients are in fresh soil? The minerals, I mean, soil from the earth. What we use to create life. Where we plant seeds and nurture the ground. On hands and knees, we speak through different languages, through different tongues. We allow nature to just be itself. Watching and waiting, in patience. There’s beauty in creation. What a gift given to become the artist of our lives.
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