Crystal Hana Kim

“What did you do when the food ran out?” I ask.

“We’d eat anything we could find,” she says. “We peeled the bark from trees, collected the sap, and cooked that. We picked potato vines, roots.”

“How did you know what was safe to eat?”

“I grew up watching birds, seeing what they ate, what made them die and what let them live.” She clucks. “When you grow up in the country, you know what’s edible like you know your own bones.”

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