"As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea
and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture,
and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell
and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine,
I lost the empty feeling
and began to be happy
and to make plans."
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
photo taken in Rockport, MA, Summer 2011
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