owns my neighborhood quick-market. he's always arguing with his wife & laughingly says arguing makes it sweeter. they're both bursting with pride for the son they're sending to college in august with their 15 hour days, 7 days a week love.
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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Oh, that's beautiful...15 hour days, 7 days a week love.
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