When I was younger, I wanted to be a biologist, quite possibly branching off toward botany and insect physiology. I was fascinated by the emergence I found in my mother's garden. No matter how many times I stamped out ant hills, the ants returned to dig. I saw patterns in the way that bugs ate at the leaves they were laid on. I realized that aphids where the ant's cattle before ever reading it in any text.

     There was the smell of the earth and after the rain, it smelled even better. There was nothing more satisfying than lying in the grass and looking at the sky... surrounded by trees. But trees are a poor substitute for people. They cannot talk and love. And people are a poor substitute for trees...

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