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Last night I walked around the burb just after the sun set.
The sky in the west was a robin’s egg blue.
Passing one house I smelled the intense odor of patchouli.
The sky became deeper electric blue, like a movie screen.
A few blocks on there was a strong aroma of baby eggplant in garlic sauce, Chinese style.
A half mile on it was frying hamburgers.
Then sharp wood smoke from a fireplace.
I can’t find the connection.
2 comments:
That was nice to read. You are the connection.
Queen Cupcake:
I blush.
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