Sara Scott
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Mustikkakeitto (Spiced Blueberry Soup) Sorbet
Our sense of smell continues to transport us to our memories, long after other senses have faded. Writing about travel now requires me to tap that sense, for the idea of starting a day in one place and ending it in one halfway around the world sounds these days to me like something I only ever read about in dusty old books. My only real connection to faraway places in the last seventeen months has been in my kitchen, casting spells over the stove.
By Sara Scott5 years ago in Wander
Pure of Heart?
“Promise me.” Annie cupped my dirty face in her cracked hands, and she bent down so that we were at eye level. “You will remember the coordinates, and memorize the map. When you reach thirty clicks of the timewheel, you will come find me. Before you leave, find another and train them as I have trained you. Do not take the medicine. Become Pure of Heart. Promise me.”
By Sara Scott5 years ago in Fiction
