Flowering items continue to send their fragrance to my mind,
playing with imagination on rainbows of color, rising and
setting with sunrises and sunsets.
Tickling feelings, getting them out of closets, airing them
out, twirling them around in fresh approaches for thoughtful
foods, satisfying the hunger of my mind's stomach.
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