Vapid chatter floats through air once sweet Meditation disappears with conversation Better fit for pigs Topics worth their weight in dirt Values washed away with filth Insight swept beneath a rug Each syllable a sharp pierce to the ear Silence permeated with senseless words Turns sour
Fiction author dreaming up feel-good stories set in bucolic New England.
...except for my second novel, which *plot twist* takes readers to India.
Give me plant-based eats, travel, a good book, running, yoga, and the sweet life with my family.
Also obsessed with Christmas and polar bears, and likely to cry at the thought of either.
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