and mushroom shoots wrapped in beef strips
and pork
and scallops with wasabi mayo
and steamed buns filled with pulled pork
and incongruous cowboys
and smoke and haze and shouting and rain.
And then this morning I went to the Granville Island market, which is all $110 handmade totes and paperies and hats with tulle and carefully-stacked fruits.
And I ate fried treats at each.
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We don't stack our fruit like that in the valley. I paused to look at fruit displays for quite awhile myself. In awe that no one pulled out the bottom cherry to make em tumble.
Civilized shoppers in Vancouver.
I am especially impressed at your ability to cope with the variety of foods at any given time, in your condition.
The gestating.
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