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| Watch the world with the painter's visual angle, follows my step, we explore together, find, feel, creation .. Painter,Travelers / eachin
This enters: Composite plate space of eachin This enters: Elegant version space of eachinMany years ago there lived an Emperor who was so exceedingly fond of fine new clothes that he spent vast sums of money on dress. To him clothes meant more than anything else in the world. He took no interes related links： 心情不错做了道红烧鸡翅 |
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| Wysłany: Sob 14:32, 19 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaaafnh |
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| brown or fresh deep red. No cardamom payasam I ever tasted was as s skechers tennis shoesweet or as rich as
creamy turtle eggs or cured turtle fat. A chopped-up mixture of heartlungsliverflesh and cleaned- out intestines sprinkled with fish partsthe whole soaked in a yolk-and-serum gravymade an unsurpassablefinger-licking thali. By the end of my journey I was eating everything a turtle had to offer. In the algae that covered the shells of some hawks-bills I sometimes found small crabs and barnacles. Whatever I found in a turtle’s stomach became my turn to eat. I whiled away many a pleasant hour gnawing at a flipper joint or splitting open bones and licking out their marrow. And my fingers were forever picking away at bits of dry fat and dry flesh that clung to the inner sides of shellsrummaging for food in the automatic way of monkeys. Turtle shells were very handy. I couldn’t have done without them. They served not only as shieldsbut as cutting boards for fish and as bowls for mixing food. And when the elements had destroyed the blankets beyond repairI used the shells to protect myself from the sun by propping them against each other and lying beneath them. It was frighteningthe extent to which a full belly made for a good mood. The one would follo |
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