I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Keith Lasseigne left the bayou thirty-three years ago for more adventure. Currently based in eastern Washington State, he dreams of touring North America and living the van life.
“Richest dirt in the world,” my dad is fond of saying. As I crumble the clammy soil in my hand, I think, If it’s so rich, why are we so poor?