at first, we all thought the 17 years she had on bill were too many. then it made sense, he was the baby boy with indulgent older sisters. pretty & quick- her humor came from a sharp, hurt place in her.
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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