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Food for Memory

As I do my daily run down the streets of D.C., a scent washes over me and nearly stops me in my tracks, which also happens to be in the middle of the crosswalk. I quickly regain my bearings and continue my run, turning down a street I don’t usually take, which happens to be near a small Japanese restaurant, where the smell of ramen momentarily takes me back to Japan, where I lived four years.  Having a traumatic and […]

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