Chilled galleries.
Yes, simply standing on the principle of the capability to explore.
Chopped basil, smashed pine nuts, grated parmesan.
Explore because travel? Well not just.
Rosemary swinging smoke.
Just as with all things, an encounter necessitates a response to such.
Torn stubs, tossed coins.
Such that I felt, I tasted, I smelled, I reveled, I ran, I tried.
Nickel-worn keys.
Tried to catalogue like a life-long, devoted librarian.
Fuller curves, flatter chest.
Librarians keep the books of scribes.
Noticed and pressed.
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