from a town named Mountain View......................The odor of spagetti sauce,
fresh basil from the garden .........made with Campbell's soup the way her mother had made it,
slowly frying green peppers........lingered around the stove.
re: Seeking Continuous Feed Paper ..................
that moment when........Did the cat litter still smell?
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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