over. As in leftovers. Vibrant leftovers. And unexpected so the eyes taste color and the mouth sees the poem. Look, look -- that haiku-like, star-like poem in the center of golden beets, cherry tomatoes, avocado, walnuts. And what you don't clearly see -- a sea of cooked black rice. What could be more forbidden? More delicious? Well, this morning's sunrise!
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this morning the sky
was shouting your name
I have no reason
why
