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Tiraislin Dreams : Tiraislin Birthday : Spaghetti Sauce

Mike & I continued to work the wood until our bodies gave out. We collapsed in the kitchen. Rosemary had been simmering a fabulous spaghetti sauce on the wood stove. It had been liberally doused with red wine. I fell to a meal of spaghetti like a condemned man at his last meal. It was so good I could have eaten it on the head of a leper.

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