Between the soup kitchen on Pine Street, and the farmer’s market in Kennedy Plaza, my life is often filled with such exceptionally good food.
At the farmer’s market, they have fresh produce, wine, beer, ale and seafood, as well as cheese and meat. Each merchant has a TABLE at which he tries to cajole people into purchasing whatever they may want or need, depending upon need and TASTES. There’s a CERTAIN parallel between the farmer’s market and the soup kitchen.
Well done, I think the given words would have been transparent if you had not emphasised them with capital letters.
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Thanks. I was thinking that way too
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