The sun going down the sky behind us is warm on my back; I saunter, yawning.
The shape of a cumulus cloud to the north reminds me of a brioche.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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must be apero time...
When I am hungry, bread (lovely, soft and buttery) is something that I crave. I like the word "brioche" -- it sounds like all of its good qualities.
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