今天在 Occoquan cafeteria 吃午餐，這個 cafeteria 很有名的，做的 burrito 味道沉穩，有紅薯淡淡的甜、有菠菜油油的綠，有cheese金黃奶白的香帶着丝丝纏綿，有雞蛋也有sausage 一小粒一小粒，吃着吃着觉得它不surprise 你，但好像它是穿過漫長的時間來陪伴你，從水的尽头而來，又仿佛從雲端缓缓落下，來到你的舌尖 -輕言細語.
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One day, I had lunch at the cafeteria in Occoquan.
The place is quite well known.
Their burrito carries a kind of quiet steadiness in its taste — the faint sweetness of sweet potato,
the glossy green of spinach, the golden-white richness of cheese, lingering softly with threads of tenderness,
tiny bits of egg and sausage scattered through it.
The more you eat, the more you realize:
it does not try to surprise you.
Instead, it feels as though it has traveled through a very long stretch of time simply to accompany you —
as if it came slowly from the far end of the water,
or perhaps drifting down from the clouds,
until finally arriving at the tip of your tongue,
speaking in soft, gentle whispers.
