she could be 80 or 200. the top of her audaciously red head doesn't reach my shoulder, & though she's a bit slower, a bit less sharp, she's still feisty as can be. it pleases her to make us laugh helplessly.
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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An excellent talent to possess...
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