![]() Poor People Food Goes in the FreezerA Poem by Gaia Octavia
I can't seem to
shake the feeling that my life boils down to single-serving meals. A weekly rotation of colorful boxes stocked in the freezer while my fridge remains bare. © 2015 Gaia Octavia |
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Added on October 27, 2015 Last Updated on October 30, 2015 |