didn’t believe in “at first sight,” but the first time i heard him speak--knew he was the love of my life. it took a very long time to get over knowing i’d never be the love of his.
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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Wow. Wow.
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