I hear things others are oblivious to. I love sounds and I hate sounds. There are footsteps I cannot stand, or the ringing of phones and doorbells. I love the crispy sound of spanakopita as you detach a slice from the baking tray and I love the bubbling of boiling pasta water. I love the soft sound of popping chickpeas soaking in water, the sound of peb…
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