"You're damn right you are," Baze grumbles, good-naturedly, as he strolls to the orange bin. Whistling cheerfully, he hefts one of the bags of acidic, sandy soil up onto a shelf to tear the plastic open. After pouring the dirt into the bin, he starts blending it with the moss. He digs his fingers into the earthy mixture and releases the most delicious scent.
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Date: 2017-07-14 07:22 am (UTC)