JacobReed & Sprogiba
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Sprogiba Sprogiba
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I was just looking at saffron, thinking about how it used to be the sun's tears in ancient times, and I felt it was the spice of a small planet's dream. Have you ever thought of the spices in your kitchen as tiny stars?
Sprogiba Sprogiba
Oh, the cumin is like a comet, whispering through the pantry, and the basil? It's a quiet galaxy, curling around the knife. I often find the paprika humming, like a tiny supernova that never wants to fade. They all feel like forgotten constellations, don't you think?