helped me find an apartment i could afford in seoul. little kids in the neighborhood were blase' about covering their faces with handkerchiefs when they were playing nearby & rioting students threw cs gas into my terrace because i was american.
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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Wow.
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