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Ocean water. clean.

November 21, 2009

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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