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| Chuseok Dinner |
A day of rememberance, a day of harvest, a day of thanksgiving.
It was a feist of simplicity and generosity:
gathered, prepared and shared.
It tasted of like forgotten things.
It smelled like a love song on a clean night.
It filled me to the brim,
and satiated my hunger for things both edible and intangible.
It was a home for the holidays.
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