lørdag den 12. marts 2011

Lidt krydderipoesi

The color of snow. The taste of tears. The enormity of oceans.


Pepper has been called "the gift of the East", though "gift" means poison in Swedish, don't let that put you off.






Herlig poesi fra en salt- og peberpakke fra en flyver.

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