Mozzarella, avocado, tomato, plum and oil...
The sky in 5 layers or so, conjuring up feelings and heartburn.
(Women in WWII were told that when someone is dying, they are failing. I am failing she said, and then she died.)
We know when we fold, and turn wee in our beds that it is time to go out and grow a new head.
(to be continued...)
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