My soul was first woven to nurture, second stitched with ink and paper, third bound to the cause of lifting others. The rest flows like rivers after rain—the alchemy of the kitchen, where each dish is a new invention, and the sweetness of baking joy to place in another’s hands.
I walk with a heart tuned to the cries for change, and answer with the work of my days.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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