we were a mutual admiration society. in pyongtaek, i'd see him walking & when he'd catch my eye, he'd start running toward me, ending in a hug that often knocked me off my feet. should have asked him to marry me.
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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Breathtaking!
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