Thursday, February 18, 2010

Pumpkin Pie

The crumbly batter broke down beautifully in my mouth,the warm buttery paste spreading out over my tingling mouth. Spices wafted into my nose,warming it up in a second. The differentiated spices danced merrily in my mouth,and the familiar bursts of pumpkin settled in. In a moment,everything was gone.

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