My microwave pings, and there we go: dinner is ready.
Not prepared with love, but with another type of warmth...microwave warmth.
Well, I will prepare it with due respect, when I have the time, or energy.
And I will eat it, for sure, and feel that cooking - is really an art.
The art of transforming and sharing.
Sofia Morna
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