Friday, February 12, 2010
A Sweet Story About Fear, Love, and Cobbler: Part 1
My boyfriend Cal had picked the berries. His fingers had meticulously and carefully chosen and touched every last one of them. His eye inspected every plant and every piece of fruit as he placed each into his bucket. When he brought them home, he rinsed them and tediously plucked stems from the... Sign in
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