There's still a wok, a book, Hen House, and Sun and Moon House.
The wok doesn't run away or anything.
It's well-tended and beautifully seasoned, shiny inside. When she picks it up, an image flashes through her mind, along with a deep sense of admiration—even idolization—and respect.
For a moment she finds herself thinking deeply about the human impact on ecosystems... how humans can't actually extricate themselves from being part of their ecosystem, and shouldn't, but how they are able to affect it in ways that other animals can't, and how that leaves a responsibility towards stewardship.
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The wok doesn't run away or anything.
It's well-tended and beautifully seasoned, shiny inside. When she picks it up, an image flashes through her mind, along with a deep sense of admiration—even idolization—and respect.
For a moment she finds herself thinking deeply about the human impact on ecosystems... how humans can't actually extricate themselves from being part of their ecosystem, and shouldn't, but how they are able to affect it in ways that other animals can't, and how that leaves a responsibility towards stewardship.