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Writer: ridarida

Updated: Nov 8, 2023

i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow. then it hit me, the taste of ginger.

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