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When I dropped my scraps off this morning, a young woman was sitting at a table full of literature about the program—that was a first, usually it's just 3 plastic trash cans that you dump your peels & coffee grounds into.

Would you like a bag of compost? she asked.

I recoiled! No! Why would I want a bag of compost?! (Whatever that is, come to think of it.)

Some people do, she said. They use it for their houseplants.

I don't have houseplants, I told her, & I have enough dirt in my house already.

I'd like to finish this by saying then I went home & vacuumed, but what I did was go to work & dream about Tennyson.
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