The moon floated on the froth of the night sky. The world churned and warmed the broth, the stars like errant bubbles and the buildings like sinking morsels. It was the soup of my dreams and I awoke each morning with a different aftertaste.

Every new day, I am hungry. How does the day fill me? I find sustenance in my daily work, in the people I meet and in the roads I travel. Experience is nourishment and food is experience.


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KT is an avid foodie/gamer/SFF reader with expertise in a variety of bizarre fields. Her love for technology, science, and internet media is only matched by her fondness for music, language and art. Karen is an aspiring writer with a meandering past. Her law and engineering books make wonderful counterweights to her fiction collections. She hopes to one day publish a novel, most likely in the young adult genre, but the future is an open book.

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