Taste: rutabaga and sweet vinegar beets; cayenne pepper aioli
Sight: a border of pointed finger-crooked cumulus clouds on the horizon
Touch: a spray of juice fresh from the apple
Sound: "Be kind to me!"; Imogen Heap "Hide and Seek," "trains and sewing machines," singing semi-alien dolphinesque intelligences
Smell: boiled rutabaga
Extra: "World peace must develop from inner peace. Peace is not the absence of violence. Peace is the manifestation of compassion." --H.H. Dalai Lama; exploding into particles; serving Leslie's uncooked, floury, but perfectly folded blueberry pie, floury lips; wildly, joyously lighting statues on fire watching friends throw and break stone pieces; a lift of hope, a vault of joy, a diffusion of ecstasy
Sight: a border of pointed finger-crooked cumulus clouds on the horizon
Touch: a spray of juice fresh from the apple
Sound: "Be kind to me!"; Imogen Heap "Hide and Seek," "trains and sewing machines," singing semi-alien dolphinesque intelligences
Smell: boiled rutabaga
Extra: "World peace must develop from inner peace. Peace is not the absence of violence. Peace is the manifestation of compassion." --H.H. Dalai Lama; exploding into particles; serving Leslie's uncooked, floury, but perfectly folded blueberry pie, floury lips; wildly, joyously lighting statues on fire watching friends throw and break stone pieces; a lift of hope, a vault of joy, a diffusion of ecstasy
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