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eubDigging out old cilantro, I couldn't stop pausing to breathe in. The odor of warm earth and the sharper green cilantro smell from torn rootlets blend so naturally that cilantro alone will be a letdown. The two want to be combined.
The old cilantro pot was sitting on concrete. Under it was a bare two millimeters of dirt that had sifted down, and in the dirt two earthworms of stunted Weltanschauung.
The old cilantro pot was sitting on concrete. Under it was a bare two millimeters of dirt that had sifted down, and in the dirt two earthworms of stunted Weltanschauung.
