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food the requirement of life comes in all shapes and tastes and smells and quantities to the starving a bowl of rice the bottom barely covered to the obese a five-course meal or piles of junk food in bright packaging the starving celebrate their meals in quiet concentration each grain of rice is tasted carefully and chewed with care extracting to the full its scant nourishment the last one disappears with unheard sighs when junk food and the five-course meal have long been finished
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
food
food the requirement of life comes in all shapes and tastes and smells and quantities to the starving a bowl of rice the bottom barely covered to the obese a five-course meal or piles of junk food in bright packaging the starving celebrate their meals in quiet concentration each grain of rice is tasted carefully and chewed with care extracting to the full its scant nourishment the last one disappears with unheard sighs when junk food and the five-course meal have long been finished
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
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