02.18.08 :: 11:46 am

last night ryan made me tradtional avgolemono soup, something i haven't eaten since i was very very little and in Greece.

He hit it so spot on that I cried into my bowl as I drowned in the memory of my Nona, and our ocean-front veranda, and the olive and lemon trees stretching up infinitely into the blue.

I wanted to write more about these memories, about easter around the fireplace in Crete and the lamb lazily rotating on the spit, the chickens in the backyard squawking, but the new girl that started today has the worst laugh in the history of life and she seriously is fucking up my writing mojo.

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