Childhood under rosy stars, restaurant memories, diet confessions, food chatterbox. This is a good place for restaurant reviews! Just keep your mind awake, let the eye ride before the tide.
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Saturday, March 19, 2022
Poem- “Breath of Fresh Air”
“Breath of Fresh Air”
When a candle stinks, “fire” the fire.
History will reveal our questionable counters as the vision is retold.
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