Cinnamon
Crushed almonds are at work in my mind, bringing you hampers of happiness and the kind of prosperity that no one's ever thought of before. It's got a colour, and a wavy memory. I sink my nose into the palm of your hand and breathe. There it is! If you want to get through a black hole you've got to go to places you didn't think it would be. Like in an empty field, miles away from the farmer's usual round.


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