We sat there on a lazy Sunday
Basking in the warm California sunshine
On the crowded patio of the cafe
Sharing a bottle of crisp cold wine
Discussing if the modern world was at fault
When brunch arrived from inside her purse
She produced a small tin of Maldon salt
Which she offered up
And as she scattered the flakes
Across the glistening surfaces
I watched her hands
Like she was performing a sacred ritual
I thought ‘She knows some secret truth about life’
And I leaned forward
My attention fully caught
– Spiritwolf
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