What’s your favorite candy?

Where I grew up licorice was a religion. there was licorice of many colors shapes and sizes. There were strings of licorices we weaved intricately. to form sticky necklaces.

There were reds and greens and purples and blacks. I am pretty sure many have been discontinued because of dyes and food colors.

Of course some of it is nostalgia. My grandma loved black licorice and used less than graceful terms to describe it.

I still occasionally get black licorice on long road trips. Sorry red vines are not licorice. In a pinch their black licorice is okay. However, if you find a lonely bag of licorice on the bottom shelf of an isolated convenience store. Buy it, even stale black licorice tastes pretty darn good.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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