Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

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On a late winter afternoon, we stood at the edge of one such vineyard, the vines bare and gnarled. I knelt in the loamy soil with Noah beside me, scooping up a handful of earth.

“See this? This is topsoil. It’s where most of the plant’s food comes from.”

“It smells weird,” Noah said, wrinkling his nose but leaning closer.

“That’s life. Good continue reading …