My Name is Rice Flakes

Image via Typic Travel Vietnam.
Image via Fantasea.

They have a milky aroma as pleasing as the smell of Earth before the rain.

Photo by Do Trang on Phap Luat Magazine.

My face was as red as the nectarine my mom made me eat after every dinner.

Photo by Robin on Flickr.

It was just a facade of a sphere with nothing inside to give it weight.

Photo by Dan Freeman on Unsplash

Everything means nothing if there is no love.

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