when you crawl up on the lawn-like back of a kodiak in the fall and it saunters a few steps, kneels down to its bulbous belly, and falls deep asleep. that is what Paul Simon's voice feels like.
Expat from Oregon, living in Turin Italy for the foreseeable future.
I was born roughly an hour south of the Canadian border. I love riding singletrack, reading, writing, cooking food for friends, feminist-syndaclism, gardening, and feeling helpful.
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