And why don't you do so more often? Look the red vein goes right into the center, into the core? Into its flower.
But then again, a leaf of chard imbeds a red tree. Magic and alchemy: soil & cooking; meanwhile, imagination harvests poems. Yup.
no reason to ignore the pressure cooker her friend has purchased to do the longer dinners in a shorter time. it is a day for the beach, anyway. ah, to walk along the sordid and now picked cleaned by boy scouts, the sun killing your vision, and hear many birds, many children, many waves crashing, many soldiers surfing, many throats covered in scarves kissing, many prayers up the hill where her friend is singing....i always like to picture myself being able to write while i walk, the music of the words enough to carry me forward. but i forget what i wrote when i stop to write them down, so i keep on thinking about writing them, and thinking about thinking, and wondering why chard of all the leaves we could eat is just not the one i usually do. still, nice to give i a nod, nice indeed. vitamins, what ho!
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