moon follows
from a prompt to write about the moon
you follow me nightly,
high among the stars that guide you,
always keeping pace.
no matter where i wander.
you find me.
some nights,
you slip into fragments,
a shy suitor
trying to hide your wanting.
other nights,
you arrive whole,
round and radiant,
spilling your light across my world,
waxing poetic,
like i am the reason
you exist.
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
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Scones
Alright, let's not fuck about - here is what you need: Ingredients: 350g self raising flour 90g butter pinch of salt tsp of baking powder 3 tbsp caster sugar (or just normal white sugar would probably be fine) 175ml milk a squeeze of lemon a drop of vanilla an egg fresh strawberries, if they're in season Extra flour Even more flour Dried fruit (I consider this completely optional and usually leave it out)
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Beautiful and nicely personal too. Lovely