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Mother’s Cooking
Steam rises gently, Her hands dance with spice and love, Home tastes warm and safe. One bite of the rich And flavorful cinnamon, Childhood fills my chest . Crackling oil sings, Smell of the onion tearing. Home is in the air. Mother’s apron lost. Sound of pots clanging together. The fires dimmed light.
Steam rises gently, Her hands dance with spice and love, Home tastes warm and safe. One bite of the rich And flavorful cinnamon, ...
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