“ I have a kitchen-counter full of chopped and washed ingredients but I don’t know yet what’s for supper. There is no perspective from where I can hang the details of my life right now. I guess it will be stew, the poetry of patience and waiting. Take out the pot, throw everything in, let it simmer and see what happens. Reduce sadness to salt, happiness to fondness, and anger into heat. In the end it will all work out. Someone will come and want something warm and filling.
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