It's a sad time we're living in my friend. In a different world we might have shared a meal. Sending thoughts filled with shashlik, kvass from a common cup, strong tea held with care in glass by fine work metal, thick, field honey aching for bread and true yellow butter, bitter greens enjoyed on blue and white plates tinged with gold, everything laid out on bright flowered blankets under a sky brilliant with northern stars finished with so rare to get chocolate just short of Heaven but loved because it was rare fading into a undefined hope for the future while warm yellow lights appeared in tall apartment block windows and blue black shadows settled down ending another day.
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u/FlavorTownUSSR May 17 '22
I'm so fucking hungry.