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description writing ​

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The chef moved as if he had his own personal opera playing within. At times he moved as though he were the bow of the cello, steady and deep. Other times he was the violin in some rapid dance. Yet whatever rhythms flowed in his soul from day to day, be them tranquil seas or tempests, what he made was so heavenly. And he would stand there as we took a bite, the big man and his vulnerable childish heart, awaiting our facial expressions and sounds. He cared about our words, but less so, always looking for the truth in that reaction of awe and pleasure.

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