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Mother’s Chili

I’m sorry Mom, I miss your food; but as a man now, I must choose. Compassion is in me as I try to digest a diet void of the greedy machine. Still some fish but much more green servings remain in my memory:

Nothing as lovely as my mother’s chili.

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