Te Cymreig (Welsh Tea)

…my Proustian memory bank.

I choose a random tea room along a cobblestone street in sea side Conwy. Slices of Victoria sponge, bulging with strawberries and dusted with powdered sugar wait under cake domes for hungry mouths, wet tongues. Grill marks in my toastie stand out in high relief. Welsh cheese and strong tea invade my Proustian memory bank.

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Juliette van der Molen

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Writer/Poet. Intersectional Feminist & LGBTQIA. Poetry Editor: Mookychick. Author- Mother, May I? & Death Library: The Exquisite Corpse Collection

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