Monday, February 5

• The starchy taste of ground walnuts, taking over the fruit smoothy
• The sweet smell of almond-blossoms intermixed with the exhaust of the parking lot.
• A watery sun, with a pool of tepid warmth.
• the low light filtering through the trees. Hitting the roof of a playhouse, it makes the cheap plastic mysterious and magical.

• The backlight coming through the window, making the green cutting board glow. The leftover orange picking up the warmth of the wooden salt shaker

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