Tuesday, August 30, 2016

302: Poem

Sitting on a swing, girl,
Looking up high,
Those are the blue hills, girl,
Nudging past the sky.
Lying past bedtime, girl,
Looking at whizzing cars,
Mapping your own travels, girl,
With your wheelbarrow of stars.


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A quick snack

 Here's what I whipped up: mashed avocado with chaat masala to which some kiwi slices were added and a cube of cheese was shredded into....