My Kitchen Self

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On the radio, in the supermarket, flustered with nostalgia… Utmost unnecessary. It pops up in my dreams when I least expect it. Long ago it was something we wouldn’t procrastinate till dinner time. Now a days I brush it behind the bottles of spices from foreign lands. The cutlery rings true and it resides in the grocery that I forgot to tick off the list.

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