Wednesday, June 18, 2014

  1. While I am having my lunch Jay shows me the lemon tart from the book I bought a few days ago. This is the one she wants us to make first.
  2. As I walk into the wide street there is still light from the sunset coming from behind the buildings and the air is fresh.
  3. As we talk I remember their house, next to my grandparents’, a small villa in burgundy, like it was from a fairy tale.

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