
Saved by Eleanor Lynch and
A Certain Hunger
Saved by Eleanor Lynch and
obstinate;
ululation
metonym
pocked
niggardly
tumescence.)
eschewing
I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason—things happen because we make them happen—but sometimes the mystic reaches its long fingers through the ether and taps us on the breastplate. Truffles or fate, Italy beckoned that December, and I was thrilled.