October 5, 2019 9:37 am
The grandmother ever at my shoulder What harm another little nub of butter? A pinch of sage would lift the whole thing Navigating the gaps as nimbly now as she did In her dimly-lit kitchen with its three trip-up steps to sprinkle and stir Her jealous Jack Russell and me always lapping at […]
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