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Silky smoke, with a hint of leather - succulent spice from the cigar teases my palette
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Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 6:34 PM UTC
Montecristo
The infamous Cuban fog Roll's of the ceiling Arroz on Pollo *** and ice Flamenca tunes serenade the crescent moon Decadent bites Celebrating Havana Nights
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Havana nights
I am seer of thine in Abernathy but squarely this divineness fore my essence will describe with maturation on my side whether or not this dither fantasize will deduce gold hexagons that mix a feather awhile and let dolce vita thrive a supremely superb undulance in ubiquity here.
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Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
A Thaw
U Thant suited this assembly and made well of United Nations then only his legacy may tell if this Cuban thaw matched his twill and his real change for world peace in Thanksgiving here.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
U Thant
i can not even write this because it will be anti american unpatriotic and an insult to the land of freedom i was born in. I can not even write this because I am the first generation daughter child born in the land of freedom. I can not write this because my abuela will tell me that I am lebanese cuban and i was born in the land of freedom. i can not even write this because my Tio who came to America at the age of 6 and had “adjustment” issues will remind me that I Am American. Tio will tell me that I am privileged. because I was born in the land of freedom. Abuela will remind me that CUBA is dead. Abuie will remind me to hush about all things Arabic and Lebanese because I am American born in the land of freedom. She reminds to hush about the black eyes that see past this land to the past of other places that whisper my name. They remind me that I am American and not a communist not a terrorist not a girl who hears her name sung in the winds of other lands which i have not wandered. Abuela reminds me to not yearn for white sandy beaches with waves that break on a rock laiden wall. Abuie reminds me to ignore the need for hot sand beneath my feet and wafting smell of foreign spices that are unknown to those born in the land of freedom. In the land of freedom?
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
Cubanese but technically AMERICAN