I dreamed of singing spirituals on an old school bus.
I was traveling with a wild group of old ladies.
We sat on fruit boxes and stayed in cheap hotels.
We ate chicken and stuffing.
I did dishes in an old style sink.
We went to festivals.
I carried herbs with me.
I broke up dried oregano leaves in my hands.
The scent was delicious.
I said, "It's really good in meat balls."
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