I had taken a handful of earthworms to bed with me. She didn’t say, “ugh, throw these dirty things out!” She just said very quietly: “Jane, if you leave them here they’ll die. They need the earth.”
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ruminations of a wordsmith-anthropologist… by Greg I. Hamilton
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I had taken a handful of earthworms to bed with me. She didn’t say, “ugh, throw these dirty things out!” She just said very quietly: “Jane, if you leave them here they’ll die. They need the earth.”
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A voice of caution echoes in my head: “Kristen’s a badass. Who the hell do I think I am to follow her down a cliff?” …
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You could say participants in this year’s Sixth Annual All-Mountain Camp braved the cold, but bravery doesn’t grin, hoot, and holler this much. This kind of exuberance seems like the furthest thing from overcoming obstacles. But …
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