Supper
Feb04

Supper

(3¬†Fashanos 5115: The Landing) “There’s food …” and he nodded to the table. I already smelled the delicious salmon, but someone else was sitting at the table. Truth be told, even if there was not, I would still have waited for his invitation. I always do. I look forward to quiet dinners, but they seem to be more difficult to find of late. Tonight’s star was the wrapped and steamed salmon, which...

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