A realism in which the I is not the connector and name-giver of all.
7.30.2012
Her little garden
I tasted her tomatoes and Korean peppers, which could have been a tad spicier if you ask me. All of them sweet, fresh, and wonderfully flavorful, just as the woman who plants and waters them. My mother. I love this woman very much.
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