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Peppermint bark in the heat of July
carries the taste of distant mountain peaks
as your tongue rolls over a rocky edge
of peppermint candy, crushed. With a bite
you stumble through the crumbling rocks and snow--
down to underlying flavors of brown.
carries the taste of distant mountain peaks
as your tongue rolls over a rocky edge
of peppermint candy, crushed. With a bite
you stumble through the crumbling rocks and snow--
down to underlying flavors of brown.
Written, actually, last summer...but I bounced it around with revisions that wound up only modifying three words...
It's not usual that I'm satisfied with a first draft, but this is almost identical to the original.
I love food
It's not usual that I'm satisfied with a first draft, but this is almost identical to the original.
I love food
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