Love is a bunch of kale. Sleeping in the day after Thanksgiving, I wander into the kitchen for that first cup of coffee to find tomatoes and a bunch of kale. It couldn't be mine, I planted to late, so it's a gift from my partner, who made the farmer's market and thought of me.
He doesn't eat kale, won't touch it.
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