my soul sister. a take-your-breath-away real live goddess. the way she heals people may start with spines, but doesn't end there. almost always seems to glow. i think it's all that sweet goodness shining from her insides.
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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