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i slice wedges and suddenly realize i am not unlike the tuber i'm cutting so -maliciously- this chunk of earthy flesh takes many shapes&forms; constantly changing yetalwaysstill a potato a seed unto itself ready to spread roots wherever it may land living in dark solitude yet always reaching up towards light- towards life- i find a hidden bad spot and carefully [eradicate it] such a good potato should not go to waste
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:09 AM UTC
While Making Potato Soup
i slice wedges and suddenly realize i am not unlike the tuber i'm cutting so -maliciously- this chunk of earthy flesh takes many shapes&forms; constantly changing yetalwaysstill a potato a seed unto itself ready to spread roots wherever it may land living in dark solitude yet always reaching up towards light- towards life- i find a hidden bad spot and carefully [eradicate it] such a good potato should not go to waste
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:09 AM UTC
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