radicle beets


The Curious Garden by radiclebeets

Sometimes I feel like what we’re doing is a lot of work, and that we are alone in what we do, and that maybe it doesn’t matter all that much anyway, especially as the toxic legacy we have inherited becomes more and more apparent. Then, a really beautiful human and a dog named Frank ring my doorbell to give me a children’s book and I cry four happy tears… Because this is what we are doing, and this story is a gift, and we are that boy.

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