Dear S, This is your warning: a baked cherry tomato has steam trapped inside it and you could burn the roof of your mouth. You may loathe to write Dear at the beginning of a journal entry, but you are dear to me, nonetheless. Even if I don't show it. Even if it has been... Continue Reading →
Or: spitting facts / stating the truth in no chronological order / that happened I hurt my right wrist during an intense strength training session. Our fitness trainer seemed to have lost her bearing on what is acceptable pressure to be applied on the human body. My hurt wrist reminds me of the persistent injury... Continue Reading →
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