...the scent took me back to a mountain on the island of Yelapa, Jalisco, Mexico, where a tall blond-haired and handsome Mexican, named Arturo, once handed me a stash of fragrant mountain-grown bud wrapped in the New York Times. The wrapping was unexpected.
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Wowo! Love this piece of writing. It's another poem. A prose poem.
I love you, Kay! *grabs Kay and gives her a big ole bear hug*
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