Other people have a great beauty to adore or a muse of flesh and blood.

Yet when she sits and writes poetry, such inspiration does not come from the beauty of the flesh.

Instead, she sits with pots and pans, touching, rubbing and feeling them.

The kitchen is her muse.

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