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Dec 2020
The tea of the kitchen were rich with colour and the smell of fruit.
The leave roots broke under the wave of the flute,
which slowly rotted;
the crops withered in the fields.
When winter can’t resist a gourmet fruit fantasy
Are you ready to wait for me,
at the corner of a seasonal banquet?
Winter fruits, colour of a seasonal banquet
Dr Xijuan Angel Liao
Written by
Dr Xijuan Angel Liao  F/London, UK
(F/London, UK)   
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