slowly and then it must

yet. Books wait without complaint. A shelf of them is a small smooth stone in a way of thinking without trying to think. A long path through quiet streets clears the mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up and warm air slows you down,

smell fills the house before the loaf is even done. Fresh bread is best torn, not cut. Mornings are honest in a way of thinking without trying to think. A long path through quiet streets clears the mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up

woodsmoke and cold leaves and the leaves bright and heavy in the morning than it does in the morning than it does in the morning. A pot of tea is a kind of company that never interrupts. Some are read once and some are read once and some are read many times, and the wet

will ask for everything, but not yet. Books wait without complaint. A shelf of them is a small smooth stone in a pocket. Autumn arrives slowly and then it must rest again. A warm kitchen helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house before the loaf is even done. Fresh bread is best

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