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Mama's house smells of onions and garlic. Chicken is probably dissolving into a large pot of pinto beans, collards gurgling under a nearby lid.
it was fate that brought me to this spot, looking down the dirt road where my heart was caught by the swirling winds of your love. the memories play like a movie in slow motion. reversing time and going back to that day.
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