glorious morning and my mood is completely synchronized,
on friday I went deep into brooklyn and found some
quineps, chinets, ackees - true sign of the existing melting pot
that i come from. They come from the Dominican Republic although
the vendor swore they were from Trinidad. He was wrong and
I am now the holder of a export tag.
My mother still tells me to be careful when i eat them, the slippery
deliciousness is all that i could ask for this morning.
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