Arrogantly, I mocked the palpitions of a coutryside girl’s heart.

her straw hat, her earthy gaze, looking into my steely own,

I felt superior to someone of the birthplace of all the food I eat.

I mocked her for not knowing what a Starbucks was

And when she tried to teach me how to grow cherry tomatoes,

I questioned the use of such things

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