strode along the sand in his carlow tartan & docs & bruce springsteen t-shirt as the sun was setting. when he started playing his bagpipes in the moonlight, accompanied by seagulls & waves & wind, then, like me, you'd have surely believed in magic.
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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