Heart and soul. The molten brew, the sparkling stew.
Down home and out in the yard, they sat smoking nothing. No longer thrilled with bad inhalation or endless matches in glass bowls.
The invitation was pure-driven kindness, smiles, generosity and warmth.
We are trying to contain our happiness as it’s spilling into brimming, bright kaleidoscopic tears of velvet pleasure.
Anyway, the grilled vegetables are ready to accompany memories of juicy steaks.
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