Food makes me laugh and it makes mr cry. It's a source of memories; smells triggering machine gun rat-tat-tats in vignette form. Colors taking me to Florence, Athens. . . Flavors giving me musical chills that are carribean; rythmic.
A source of life and death; joy and hate.
Tomorrow, Keep Up With Me. . .
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