from a town named Mountain View......................The odor of marinara,
fresh basil from the garden .........made the way her mother had made it,
slowly frying green peppers........lingered around the stove.
re: Seeking Continuous Feed Paper ..................
that moment when........
in the freezer for a while .............. a little tight at the waist................. The daily in and out flow..... somewhere on route 49............ hot water slowly......... the smell of green grass...... warm stones by the river.................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ in song and story....... and then I'd wish for................... inside, the text was black....................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored cotton............... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several

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