And thus one finds oneself alone in a field of mustard greens. And one is reminded that the seeds we plant grow. That our actions reap rewards. That if we want to give gifts to our future selves and generations, that starts today. Now. Here.
Writer, street photographer, urban farmer, and League Cycling Instructor (#5382), learning as I grow and traveling at the speed of bike. Peace Corps Uganda invitee (June 2020, delayed due to COVID-19). CDC Foundation Communications Specialist working with State of Alaska Dept. of Health on Healthy You in 2022 project. Mensa member. Metro Atlanta Bicycle Mayor. See books on Amazon in all global markets (USA link: https://www.amazon.com/Pattie-Baker/e/B005JBN7ZK).
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