And The Petite--new- over old-scarred and knocking at pots, playing at scents upon scents upon yester-innocence, like air of peoples layered in lingering, floral-like emulsions/slick store-bought waters; briny human dank of all hours yielding sheen; & whistling wafts of sweet herbs, brash spices, local protein--swirl-simmering o'er young Dallas & its irrepressible gleam: