Indigenous foods die when no one learns to cook them.
Jean ZimmermanOn the same day, two murders.
Jean ZimmermanTags: first-sentence
Drummond appreciated his guest's initial silence, his respect for the ancient, sacred act of imbibing. Drink first, talk later.
Jean ZimmermanTags: priorities drinking alcohol
At times such as these, evenings in the forest, loneliness seized her like a black dog. She kept telling herself it was pure weakness, that she had to be strong to stay alive in this world. Her orphanhood hung about her like a cloak.
You shall not feel sorry for yourself, she commanded, and then disobeyed... beneath the surface veneer of stubborn independence, she needed desperately to belong to somebody.
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