The same day, vegan couscous at work. Then home-made sashimi and cabbage salad, my kid ate the same. Then, he had 2 vanilla yogurts and I enjoyed this raspberry beauty. Thank you, Universe, for your love, for my pain. I am worn, I share my stories in my plates and through my skin... my poor excoriated skin and soul. I understand words like striving, ineffable, ecstatic... that euphoria when it feels you walk your body through accomplishment and love. When you get up way before dawn and get that iron up and down. Take care, FS.
