What The River Brings
A notebook entry.
Winter faded fully into spring and I missed most of it. My mind was elsewhere. The days here are still filled with small things. The half baguette bought for sixty centimes and eaten with butter and apricot jam and a large mug of light sweet tea. The way the daylight slides in under the window shades every morning and then disappears again…
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