I like to have (Nikki Giovanni's Love Poems) around in the kitchen so I can read a poem while the water boils and another while the butter melts, and so on. It's a reminder to read slow and savor (Love Poems), and the smells of the cooking make me more aware of my senses.
-- Annie Spence, Dear Fahrenheit 451, p. 78
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