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A few weeks ago, upon return from planting, I cleaned my fridge of various neglected Petri projects gushing spores all over the crisper. A bunch of cilantro left in a plastic bag for two months can look very unlike a plant when all is said and done. I think there was even a bag of chicken I'd thawed one night and then forgotten on the bottom shelf. All of these things I chucked in the undersink garbage--a humid, warm-from-the-pipes sort of mini biome--intending to garbage the garbage later. Later became later and the next morning I simply walked out, turning the key in the lock for a week of literary-type activities in other parts of the country. That's how much time I've spent at home since this summer. Yesterday, after several hours of laundry and binge housekeeping, things are right again in the grotto.
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