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| Mushrooms Mushrooms are seekers. They sweat in a pan of garlic and butter, fuss bicker and toss-- They tough it out like the rest of us. They furl, tucking into themselves like ears along an arm of steam. They eye a slant of vinegar, the crush of lemon rising like a half sun along horizon of skillet. And all because they want what we want; the dose of salt, the kiss, to be poured out onto a plate. They want praise, perhaps even dare ask for love. ~Midnight Sun |
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