stewardess for psa, i thought she was glamorous in the pink & orange uniform. gave up the glamour for a farm & raising chickens who laid colored eggs, then traded that life for pacific northwest peace. she's as beautiful now as then.
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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