The Taste Of Play-Doh™
During mediation today, I went back to age 3. I recalled a half-Indonesian girl that was my age. She was the daughter of my old-man-neighbor-Joe's career Navy-man-son who was visiting. I remember that we hid in boxes and played with Play-Doh™. . .I remember vividly the smell of it on our hands and how we each adventurously tasted it for first time in one-another's company on the picnic table in my back yard. . .it was surprisingly salty and seemed plausibly edible.
When she said that she had to go back home, I proposed running away . . . just to see if she was up for it.
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