D. Cook, The new wilderness (202), loc 859
A digital form of the sadly lost fashion for copying out memorable passages from texts. I kept losing my actual book.
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Tuesday, 10 November 2020
Real food tastes like dirt, water, and exertion
Over time, the guns and tents and sleeping bags were wrecked. So they learned to tan skins, sew with sinew, hunt with handmade bows, sleep comfortably on the ground and in the open. The salt was the thing that lasted the longest. And after it was gone they discovered that real food tastes like dirt, water, and exertion.
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