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If anyone is a fan of Romantic poetry, the CryptoNaturalist’s work, or is a huge Goth, I learned this week in massage school that since the visible layers of human skin are all dead, we are always touching death when we reach for another person. That being said, on a chemical level, we are not separate, distinct entities from anything we are touching. The ocean is, in a sense, one creature; when we swim in it, we, too, are the sea.

In other celebrations of nature, we have a lot of blooming bulbs in the garden, a basil plant, a lemon balm, and some still-germinating red cabbage seeds. Maybe later I will plant some bell peppers to grow during the summer.