always looked like he was up to something. he told me my "eyes could melt a hershey bar at 100 paces." impossible not to succumb to that! it turned out the succumbing was the only part he was really interested in.
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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Oh, this is so yummy on so many levels!
indigo- we must have imbibed the same kool-aid!!! :^)
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