An inauspicious beginning, a bountiful end
by Noah Davis
May 22, 2023
3 minutes
“What plot number are we?” I asked my wife, Nikea, as we wove our way through the maze of the community garden.
“Twenty-eight, I think,” she replied, looking down at the cardboard numbers leaning against the wooden slats rimming each 14-by-14-foot patch.
Then we saw it.
We didn’t see the number, but somehow the repurposed tires and assorted plastic trash had a gravity that pulled us toward our randomly assigned
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