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For me, you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening. For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling. And still, for me, your loveliness never ends. It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me. Only me.Kamand Kojouri
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An orange day, a happy day, a brand-new day in the secret language that only the three of us seemed to understand." Mmmmm, " Daddy said, taking a bite of his roll. "Orange wakes you up, but cinnamon makes you remember.Judith Fertig