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I love:the creak of leather,
its acceptance and resistance to all the twists of use,
this wisdom, which old leather has accrued.
I love:
cotton, worn to ghostly softness, before the fibers part.
I love that scientists admitted umami, a savory fifth taste upon the tongue alongside sweet, bitter, sour, salt.
I love the clumsiness of talk of tastes and flavors,
a language to be made that we've not made yet,
but which Monica speaks so wordlessly.
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| Bushy Beard lichen - Usnea strigosa |
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