Guest guest Posted October 14, 2002 Report Share Posted October 14, 2002 A plate of scraped grilled Artichoke petals piled high on the table before us, the memory of our sadhana, now washed down with cool Chenin Blanc Amrita, the full-fruit prasad of Love's effortless submission, and is it any wonder Shiva springs for the tab! You say: "This will work!" The Waitress, Kali Ma, indulgently agrees. When we finally leave This restaurant, nobody will even notice – all eyes will be glued on the flaming rotisserie spit, skewered identities roasting alive, aromas of that burning lingering long into night. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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