caretook my grandpa's avocado ranch, lived in the one-room cottage. avocados are home to tree-frogs, who took drinks from the toilet in his bathroom. re-married at 87. grandma found out when she was 64 that he wasn't really her father.
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. Big secret. And probably too late to look up the real one...
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