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Being Known

Freshly Baked Bread

A haiku

Sparrows morning songs

Light beaming through the curtains

Mum’s freshly baked bread

When I was younger, after my parents separated, my mum went through a phase of making bread. Using the timer on the breadmaker, we had freshly baked bread every morning! This is a tradition I would love to bring back. ❤



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Ramblings Anon

Registered Nurse in SCBU | NZ/Māori | Writer of raps, poems, and other rambles | Lover of music, nature, animals, food, and chess ❤