High white clouds float like balloons on strings, Winnie the Pooh clouds, flat and grey on the bottom-they’re still expanding, says Maud.

Cleaned garlic at the farmers market, where some people have never heard of an heirloom. The green ones are great, their loss.

I call this place The Great Washed.

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