He ain’t no average joe. 170 more words
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During World War II, Grandma Shorba
handed plates of bread and meat to strangers
who asked for work in exchange for food.
After chopping wood and mending fences, 138 more words
Sometimes there’s more to a brownie than meets the eye.
A really good brownie could become your identity, your touchstone, your raison d’être.
A dark chocolate… 1,622 more words
In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed,100 more words
the mushroom scent lingers.
As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale.