Monday, December 7, 2009

polish your craft, fold it once and give it to people who have a certain look about them. those were his guidelines, but not his rules. i immediately liked that i was only going to talk to him once and it was a perfect 30 minute city block. i felt like the best version of myself: especially considering all the green, orange and purple things i was about to buy and roast and puree to eat with an eel. i made a sauce that tasted like fresh grass and it reminded me of recess and playing cat's cradle with our backs up against the school's bricks. other little girls who had big hair and soft voices are at the heart of this memory.


your expatriette in tunis.

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