introduced me to heinlein, which turned out to be more than science fiction. introduced him to mosh pits, which turned out to be more than violence. in a place where thinking was frowned upon, he was water in the desert.
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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Thirst quenching.
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