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\\u201cWe are all compost for worlds we cannot yet imagine.\\u201d (David Whyte)
\\nComposting has always been a bit of a surprise, an experiment: I never quite know what will slowly, and sometimes suddenly grow out of the bins\\u2019 corners.
\\nAnd I am a composition of all the good wishes and warnings, insightful and thoughtless, helpful and spiteful comments, all the conversations I have ever had, and not just the ones I remember and took to heart, but all the ones I have forgotten, dismissed, ignored, rejected, ridiculed.
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