Park dreams

2020.08.16, by Tolly and Ansel
Filed under COVID-19, Fitness, Grief, Journal, Personal, Relations, Sensuality

Tolly’s entry:

Ladybird blood smells the same as grass.

Today, another patient from far to the north… 300 km this time.

We haven’t gone out to eat in months, of course, so Ansel’s new goal is to ruin every restaurant we like by cooking better than them. “Why go there? We make better pad thai.” His definition of “better”, of course, is adding my berbere… Which I don’t mind.

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