Love is the color of my mother’s cooking.

April 18, 2010
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It tastes like a

rainbow of flavors,

sounds like
the clanging of affection between two pans,

smells like
sweet roses arranged with care

looks like a
diversity of colors, textures, and shapes,

feels like a
warm, gentle massage for my palate and stomach,

And fills me with peaceful satisfaction.

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