withering chard and seeding greens, o! how the bitterness yearns for aiding hands!
but only work into our raised beds will leave more than just dirt on our hands.
the perfect garden—the anti-eden—the beauty's in the process, not just the ideal.
rotting roots in the valley, the theft of land—starvation.
we exploit the land and eachother, too. buried deep in the earth, we all have roots.
and when we think about how we need to grow, remember that all things wither without:
love is the matter in which we relate; care is the action that love should always take; attention means weeding and planting, too—to harvest is to gratify.
but pleasure only in power is to wither from the start.
but pleasure only in power is to wither from the start.
but pleasure only in power is to wither from the start.
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