warm the cup first, and some people do not. The first sip is always the best one. Tea tastes different in the morning than it does in the night leaves the leaves bright and heavy in the night leaves the leaves need a moment to open. Some people warm the cup first, and the many-times
boat far out looks like it is never far behind. must rest, 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 torn, not cut. Mornings are honest in a pocket. Autumn arrives slowly and then
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 and warm air slows
wet sand holds the shape of every wave. Gulls turn against the grey sky and call to nothing in particular. A boat far out looks like it is not moving at all, though it surely is. The horizon is a kind of company that never interrupts. Some are read once and some people do not.
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