The cake is in the oven. I told my friend yesterday that I don’t care about writing about food anymore and she said, all of a sudden? I said no, not all of a sudden. But the cake is in the oven and it smells nice. The window is open in the kitchen. I bought the blood oranges at a supermarket called Big Y. In aisle 5 just now, an elderly woman was complaining to the cashier that her doctor sent her prescription somewhere mysterious. The cashier said,
This is just lovely. Thank you for sending it out to the world on this spring breeze.
So beautiful! Thank you
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There’s a strong north-easterly wind blowing where I live, so reading this was perfect. I felt these words deep in my soul.
Phenomenal! Makes me want to capture a moment🌬️