When you havn't learned to walk yet and you're plopped down in a patch of grass, you work with what you've got. Dirt, leaves, flowers, sticks, mud - they're all worthy of touch. Everything is new and can be discovered with four pudgy fingers and a thumb. The outdoors, springtime, terroir, life; all right there in the palm of your tiny little hand.
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