The sound of coffee dripping in the glass carafe.

The smell of chopped cilantro and minced garlic.

The sizzle of oil poured into a jar of chillies.

The shriek of a crow.

The sheer gauze of a curtain blowing open a memory.

The silence that means a battery is dead.

The serenade of. yellow made by lemons in a bowl.

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