As Ruth held the seedling in its little dab of earth, she reflected on how she used to hate getting her hands dirty.
She looked proudly over her farm. “That’s what comes of being raised a city girl.” Settling the plant into the garden, she breathed in fresh country air.
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This sings my song. Soil can heal our souls (and minds, bodies)
Nice. There's nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty. This "suburban boy" has enjoyed it his whole life.