I sat in the doctor’s office one morning and my stomach growled. Not angry growls of hunger, but the digesting sort of groans. I’d only had a protein shake, practical and sustaining.The growls and gurgles brought me to creativity, how it’s not whether life is good or bad, happy or sad, nutritious or delicious, but instead dependent on how we digest it.
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Words: Amber Thomas
Image: Jim Kast-Keat
Music: Bensound
