heart's daughter. golden lithe loveliness, stays centered by force of will. if she could, she'd clothe the world so we'd all be amazed by how beautiful we are. she doesn't quite realize yet how beautiful she is, inside & out.
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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