Onion
This purple onion-- color so bright. Its smell is familiarly pungent, and I no longer think if liking or not.
Life can hardly be separated from onions. It seems like there is no cuisine that can go without this fruit of earth. Its flavors... everywhere.
In life, we open each other like an onion. Layer by layer, in time.
In the middle, we find the most tender, the most vulnerable part of self. The sweetest. It's there, swaddled like an offspring in deepest sleep...
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