![]() It’s hard to move to Texas-Dallas especially-because it’s a place where roots mean so much. The peppery cloud of air wafts in the aimless Dallas breeze, and it always leads to tacos. It’s that hot aroma of seasoned meat that leads me to several mediocre taco stands: a chain store, a restaurant that uses too much sauce, a truck with grease sweating from its windows. ![]() I don’t mean to eat as many tacos as I do, but the smell draws me in, always.
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