I remember when the backyard dirt smelled like rain instead of a transaction fee, back before everything had to be worth something.
Perhaps the soil breathes easier when we stop trying to put a price on the things that truly sustain us.
A reading from Psalms 69:24
Let your curse come on them; let the heat of your wrath overtake them.
— Psalms 69:24 (en_bbe)
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