(and since the screenshot is blurry, here it is written out:)
Nothing Tastes as Good as Skinny Feels
Unless you count your grandmother's
cake, hand mixed while she waits for the
sound of your breath at the door. Or if
you consider the taste of the sea, arms
raised while you enter, salt at your lips.
Or maybe you've forgotten the taste of
a lover, your mouth on his skin. I ask-
have you ever tasted the cool swill of
freedom? The consuming rush of a
quiet, radical love.
--by Kate Baer.
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