Visits to the Regional Market have now become ritual in our weekends. There is something incredibly satisfying about knowing where our food is coming from and meeting the people who bring it to bear. I never want to buy eggs from anyone other than the wonderful elderly couple next to the cupcake table ever again. There is something really holistic about supporting your local markets, and I've come to enjoy it incredibly.
I am not a steady person, by most linear standards. I explore the world like a herd of field mice, not like a dinosaur, though we exchange views often. But I firmly believe that one can arrive at exactly where one wants to be and should be by being and doing. And sometimes, we are many people and do many things at once. That is all.
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Now I feel nude.
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