This is how a bzz feels like
I always long for the mountains, but suddenly I miss the sea deeply: the sound of it, the touch of it, the sandy feel of it, the horizon, the heat, the wind, and even the crab curry that stains your fingernails yellow.
I noticed something adorable the other day. A friend of mine is such a parent when it comes to his pet, and I missed another friend, so I made the salami sandwich she always makes.
In this way, months passed, one after the other: in coffee-stained cup plates of Coffee house, in long, tiring summer afternoons, and in the gap between your furrowed eyebrows.
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