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Not what you might think |
| Warm, moist, and rotting it creates a heat all its own; composting the year’s fallen leaves and offering haven to a world of bugs and worms that turn old to new. Deep, pungent, earthy aroma of fungus stirred by the toe of my shoe. It surrounds me, almost suffocatingly so, filling my nose with the scent of mushrooms and whispering inside my mind of the promise of Spring and new life to come. |