It's asparagus time and yet I am wistful for persimmons. There's the mouth trying to summon the taste of Fuyus. Much like trying to remember a line of poetry you crafted while walking in the farmers market. The line is gone by the time you reach for those carrots.
Wishful thinking
It's asparagus time and yet I am wistful for persimmons. There's the mouth trying to summon the taste of Fuyus. Much like trying to remember a line of poetry you crafted while walking in the farmers market. The line is gone by the time you reach for those carrots.