Taste: mashed potatoes, Shepherd's Pie; dark
chocolate, lemon, black pepper
Sight: deep yellow full
moonlight washing over the black sea as seen through the window of the train; a
red-tailed hawk perched upright, sharp-eyed, still in the middle of a lawn
talons pressed to the torn breast of a robin; a unicorn backpack
Sound: trill, chirp, cheep
Touch: a velvet blazer, a
silk ribbon
Smell: Drakkar Noir
Extra: boarding a plane
having forgotten to pack
Grateful for: escape
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