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buckwheat

“The buckwheat was delicious,” Ming said.  I put lots of raisins in it, for him.  This was yesterday morning. “Yeah!  It’s good, huh!  I’m going to thank L,” I said.  She gave us some food that wasn’t working out for her, so kindly. I put half a chopped apple in mine, and butter.  “I eat… Read More »

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blurble

Etc, “and so forth,” blah blah blah.  Ipsum whatever Latin / latinate spacefilling dunder.  Claptrap, nonsense, more nonsense.  Hogwash wash wishes and emptiness.  Whatever with a side of whatever and non-sauce.  Blurble and more blurble.  Ahem. yep The other day I was trying out the speech recognition on my new cell phone.  It was in… Read More »

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what life is

rice facts “Yeah, there’s more rice.  A crescent of rice.  You can help yourself.  Or I can get it for you.” He walked to the kitchen to get some rice.  “It’s funny–no one talks about that.  How if you make some rice, and there’s a layer at the bottom of the pot.  So you take… Read More »

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internalized anarchy

“I’m glad you had some rice,” I told Ming.  “I like sharing my food with you.  It’s like it tastes better!” It was early morning.  We were in the kitchen, and he had just thanked me for rice.  Sometimes I slice up a sweet potato and put that in my rice to cook, and a… Read More »

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veg in rice helps my life

Here I am with the eucalyptus tree I really love, and its new fence. We found this burnt out church.  Weird, huh.  It has a community garden behind it.  Finding the garden felt strange like a dream.  I used to always dream of finding gardens, but usually they were my own that I had forgotten… Read More »