Last summer I was walking in the woods down to the creek with some friends. As we kept a brisk pace down the hill, chatting and taking in our surroundings, someone casually said, “Mmm, wild bergamot!” In the same breath, she had snatched a flower and was already chewing on it. She said it so quickly and assuredly that I hardly heard what she said. So, I…
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