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2 Years.</a></p><p id="81bd">Rare. Different. Delicious.</p><p id="dacc">Decades.</p><p id="7ee6">Spicy, like tonight’s tuna, puddled in a splash of tzatziki sauce.</p><p id="3ea0">Blackened. Burned, just slightly, around the edges.</p><p id="6171">Poké? No, more like one long, continuous joust</p><p id="5c66">— with My Tastebuds</p><p

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id="3d08">and</p><p id="32ff">Our Emotions</p><p id="8ce4">— And with Everything Else that Comes Close to Good.</p><p id="4735">For Me. For You, For Us.</p><p id="4ad3">Our Relationship. And my Choice.</p><p id="2eae">Raw, but cooked nicely.</p><p id="eba9">Distinctive. Luscious. Well-seasoned.</p><p id="dfff">Rich.</p></article></body>

Raw

A poem

Author’s Archives.

Anniversary Dinner — 42 Years.

Rare. Different. Delicious.

Decades.

Spicy, like tonight’s tuna, puddled in a splash of tzatziki sauce.

Blackened. Burned, just slightly, around the edges.

Poké? No, more like one long, continuous joust

— with My Tastebuds

and

Our Emotions

— And with Everything Else that Comes Close to Good.

For Me. For You, For Us.

Our Relationship. And my Choice.

Raw, but cooked nicely.

Distinctive. Luscious. Well-seasoned.

Rich.

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