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I Remember the Day When I Met You

#FromOneLine №139

A black and white of a dark-haired woman sensually with her fingers on her chin, eyes closed and face raised up into the sun as if remembering something or someone.
Photo by Audrey Fretz on Unsplash

There is this warm and comforting satisfaction to buttery pastries, isn’t there? Especially particular baked goods, breads, and certain cakes — not the overly sweet treats, but the savory taste of preference to these doughy inventions.

Sugar gives this speedy high that makes me crash far lower than before consuming…

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