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Destruction at every turn
by the hands of another
squeezing every last breath
lost
overwhelmed
frequencies scrambled
turning every corner to find
nothing but shadows
exhausting the energy
using what’s left
protecting
love that’s inside
the tool
the weapon
the answer
creating time
as so not to throw blindly
slowness speaks too late
the last grains are falling in
screaming with no sound
lost with no direction
scraping at the ground
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So proud of this farmers market haul.
Cauliflower pasta with Lions mane mushroom, asparagus, pea and capers with preserved lemon ricotta, chick pea crisps and lemon.
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