“Well, Charlotte thought, when it comes to most people, if you find a mushroom in the woods, you don’t ask how it came to grow there, or how it grew at all, or what it was made of, or why it sat on its stem so staunchly, with a little brown umbrella for a head, or a little beige thimble. You ask— is this something I can eat?”
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GPOYW, this is old and perhaps I’ve even posted it already but I feel like putting up a picture and this one is already on my phone edition.
