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[dogeeseseegod]

in comes the fog, the harbinger of winter. thick velvety white clouds that roll and curl over and around buildings, pouring into the streets, creeping past windows. with it comes a damp chill, a desire for hot tea and sweaters and hunkering. goodbye to the scent of jasmine lingering in the air on warm summer nights.

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[starfrosting]

both sound beautiful. I was thinking of you when I got Gourmet in the mail the other day and saw they had a whole feature on Peruvian food, with a lot of focus on this yellow chile paste I forget the name. xxO

[tiny_little_dot]

The fog comes
on little cat feet.