Thursday, September 20, 2012
Mr. Williams rebounds nicely by wearing the stripe of rich mahogany and strands of burnished gold. She was a joy to watch in their tiny kitchen, and even lying ill with 'flu, he smiled as he saw her bustling about to prepare their dinner. Her black hair had been pulled up in a loose bun, but her earrings danced as she moved about the stove and counter. Now and then, the spice grinder whirred, and he breathed in the healing aromas of cinnamon, cardamom, cumin, and turmeric as she toasted them in the pan. Her myriad bracelets jingled and rang, something suddenly sizzled, and she sang and laughed.
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