A Season of Bread
Lisa Renee

Cor, this has a lot of movements. It’s like a breezy day, blowing smells across me and skittering leaves around me. And sometimes I find refuge with tea and a window and a kitchen to stand in. A quiet moment, even though the moving things move on.

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