he came here at 16 with a younger sister during the revolution in El Salvador. he built a life. now he dispenses buddha-like wisdom and pure effervescent joy from a parking lot and his smile redeems your whole ruined day.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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There it is again, "redeems your whole ruined day." Fantastic.
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