Looking for already-prepared rice, 10 minutes before dinner, in every hole-in-the-wall restaurant on the street.
Finding none.
Walking back in too much wind.
Secrets, giggles, shocks and sighs.
Life really is just too poetic, sometimes.
This life lived real-time.
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That almost feels tender. You not only know who I am, but so do I. Selah. - Anony-mouse (heeheehee. I'll change it to anony-moose in your honour!)
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