Potatoes
There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes
There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes
I think it’s brave that you go to Whole Foods even though you might run into someone you know and have an awkward conversation about
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Why I write I write because my silence is painful. I write because truth is better than lies. I write because there is so much
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