Join me on adventures of the culinary, cultural and poetic sort, as I traipse through life with both eyes open. As a wise painter sans ear lobe once said, “The fisherman knows the sea is dangerous and the storms are terrible, but they never found this reason to remain on shore.” Dive in.
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- A bus filled with eleven people: We glide above the sparkling bay water. We catch our fears in our hands like a yo-yo walking the dog. 3 hours ago
- Our eyes locked once. From hers, a cold blue steel lanced my heart making me attempt shiftshaping. @allclad can do that to a person. 4 hours ago
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