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Hélène, Ferenc, Sandros, Katrine (and me)
rainy sunday lunch, the sky's much too gray flowers offered, rare orchids from the sea surprise on their faces, that made my day champagne cocktails, shrimp and mango at first Hélène, Ferenc, Sandros, Katrine (and me) I stuffed myself 'til I thought I would burst dear friends, will you please share this recipe? more compliments to the chef, our decree for next: a chicken potato soufflé Hélène, Ferenc, Sandros, Katrine (and me) ate like kings and queens on a holiday my friends, all well sheltered from falling rain strawberry desert, together in glee joyous laughter took away my heart's pain Hélène, Ferenc, Sandros, Katrine (and me) all is well for six hours 30 april, 2006 (Sophy's Quatern)
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