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extra cinnamon

startled stranger, you may be wondering how it is that quite suddenly what very much appears to be nothing other than a slightly misshapen pumpkin (yes, take a gentle whiff) pancake has turned up, or rather fallen, onto the stiff blue wool shoulder of your … Continue reading extra cinnamon

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the gulls face the waves perched on their own reflections water reaches nothing is washed away except time from this day © Sarah Whiteley