“Be a good girl and pass me the salt, please.”
“But why, granny? Mom calls it “the white death”. White or black, I don’t want you to die.”
“None has died of salt but think a little – how bland your favorite meals would be without it. Here, taste this.”
“Gross! Chicken soup with no salt is like a child with no Granny”

whirlwind
Shubert’s Symphony №8
unfinished