Showing posts with label concentrate and meal and poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concentrate and meal and poem. Show all posts
Friday, September 5, 2014
Concentrate
She settles her mind into thoughts of a fine meal. When she reads her poem, she hopes the words are a concentrate of sound, pleasing & intriquing. She has never rejected an intriquing meal. Well, only if Durian is involved.
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