Here houses stay red for generations and 20 types of pie are served on blue polka dotted plates with yellow napkins, clashing with Indian paintbrush walls, but matching my mood
As sun rays cuts through November sea air and slide through windows in movie projector rays,we shakily make Gretel trails of espresso down teacup sides, licking them home to sweet raspberry crisp.
Our elbows and words bump to lulling sounds of Billie on the 1930s Hungarian radio, as violet flowers bloom from her gritty mouth.
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