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Ocean water. clean.

November 21, 2009
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Tabasco. lemon juice. Horseradish.

Stroking the rough bumpy shell with your index finger. Slurp the fresh salt muscle, bitter sweet perfection sliding down my throat….like a first kiss, with the ocean.

A promise of more, to come. I do want more. So good, I drag you back to try another.

I plead with you to consume it. I want it to consume you.

Moment fresh oysters are obscene.

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