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Mar 21, 2023Liked by k'eguro

i) i always imagined what flying off a swing would be like. ii)I feel I too am a volunteer human. iii) one of my aunts lost the taste for stone fruit; her body decided she was allergic. I continue to grieve on her behalf. I think part of the culinary arts is reconstructing an approximation. perhaps less sugar, more tart. Yes, fresh is fresh but-

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I love your writing so much. Always awakens memories. I grow up taking small stringy round mangoes into the sea and eating them with my friends. They grew wild in forests, now parking lots. Their sweet and sour taste always reminded me of passion fruit. Anyway, your piece took me back to this time, and also, no one sells stringy round mangoes. They have no value next to the big fleshy ones. Good to remember they were once a childhood pleasure.💜🙏🏾

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We age into different flavors! I was just talking to a friend the other day about how distorted my flavor of bourbon biscuits is because of all the memories I have attached to it.

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I am very reluctant to eat some childhood favourites now. The fear that the present experience will ruin the good memories.

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