The best meal I ever had
wasn't in a five star restaurant
in Northern Manhattan.
It was sliced mangos
and cheese
on a blanket left laying under a
quaking aspen
I'll never see again.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
The best meal I ever had
wasn't in a five star restaurant
in Northern Manhattan.
It was sliced mangos
and cheese
on a blanket left laying under a
quaking aspen
I'll never see again.
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