It's difficult to believe how disassociated with dirt I am, living in Shanghai, because here, what with garden and farm and a small yard all that has things being cultivated, weeded, chopped and watered I wallow in mud and thorns.
The only time I know dirt back in moi casa overseas is when I do a bit of potting, aerating and watering my little kitchen garden and that's like comparing the sun to a candle, the candle, of course, being my tiny kitchen/balcony garden..so and so.
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