-The sound of rain pelting my umbrella as I rushed inside.-Seeing a Rastafarian Jamaican next to me in the market buying coconut milk. I had to fight off the urge to give him a Rasta "heart shake" that I learned in the Boboshanti Rastafarian community we visited in Jamaica, where you place your left hand over your heart. It's funny how interconnected life can be sometimes.
-Dreaming of homemade butternut squash soup for dinner to warm me up.
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