The whispers of essence on the tongue.
Softly they tempt the palate. I doubt if it is truly flavor or just the wind that brushed by me. All I know is that it arouses a passion so bold, so sure, so balanced within. Quietly, methodically your hands bring forth something so simple, yet strangely magical. In these creations I see the majestic mountains, the rising sun over the never-ending rice fields, I taste the salt of the ocean and the depth of the earth, I hear the crane that rides the wind, I smell the simplicity of many deep aromas. This depth goes beyond the heart. Its roots take me to another world. A divine dimension. And you ask what the wind tastes like………….
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