The tears come even though my eyes have been long dry: the onions, the onions, I say, shaking salt from my lashes.
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The tears come even though my eyes have been long dry: the onions, the onions, I say, shaking salt from my lashes.
如 (thus) 是 
Slicing is such sweet sorrow.
(Sauteed onions and mushrooms with salsa and yogurt over baked yams… my sorrow turned to joy by the time dinner was ready.)