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Tuesday |
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it's been a mild
and protracted fall, fiery colors lingering
for weeks, a little unusual for
these parts but not unprecedented. then again, maybe an example of how it's getting hotter all over, Earth having its hottest year on record for the third year in a row. nostalgia is a craving for our conditioning. the sound of this man raking triggered early memories of when it was my chore to clear the yard, so proud of the dozen plastic bags lining the curb. fallen leaves feed the soil, but we buried them in landfills, burned them, blew them into sewers, replaced their nutrients with store-bought fertilizers, all for the sake of ornamental lawns. i'm not blaming this guy, just questioning a social norm. he rolled his yard waste bin to the curb so they could be trucked away. Far, far away.... |
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