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| think I am gonna want to sit outside on this little front patio and watch the dawn with coffee come spring |
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🍑cinnamon crumble for bunkerfast of goodsmells
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| "And if you are lucky enough to feel sad, well, savor it while it lasts—if only because it means that you care about something in this world enough to let it under your skin." reading the dictionary |
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| "do over" dickbutter, off-script recipe |
All would be well enough if I could find my glasses. Hours upon hours blind as a bat. So welp, I'm just making things by feel/smell/ear.
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| smells toasty |
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| I was out of enough ingredients to make any known recipe and I had a little bit left of prior attempts, so I used leftovers by half and I made it up as I went and called it "do over". now that it's turning out well, I am fine tuning 🪄 |
I held it down today. That's what I feel I should be doing. Making a place to heal in. A soul bunker. Like if you run into a sanctuary, what's chasing you has to wait growling outside the door, it can't get you in here. Here being me manifested in this.
