Fennel, salt, basil, cinnamon... The composition can be the universe, it can be medicine.
The little boy didn't have a high pot, so he stood by the stove, cooked it for girls at school, cooked it for everyone in a brothel, slept in the bathtub, and missed his grandfather and his beloved little girl every day.
Nations and wars, strife. The outlines of small characters in the big history, the long plot, the moving parts, and the sudden, thinking about a life that is dull enough is happiness.
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