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I hear
the mysterious sound
of fermenting mud
solitary bird calls -
it has always been like this.
Theodor Storm.
Raita.Tikka Masala.LONDA.
the mysterious sound
of fermenting mud
solitary bird calls -
it has always been like this.
Theodor Storm.
Raita.Tikka Masala.LONDA.
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Abee, a lovely description as usual.
Definitely makes me curious!
Enjoy it!
Fish. Fresh. Tikka Masala marinade. Cumin. Mint! So much.
Pond, so much more. Shades of gray. Depth.
Sea Censored. Between street food and sea. I love this touching scent of nostalgia here. It smells just like the endless feeding of deep sleep sounds.