go-to lady for what happened when you weren't there. sits at the window, & calls neighbors to report on the comings & goings of the other neighbors. in the particular, she's annoying. in the abstract, you feel better to know she's watching.
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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The mixed blessing...
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