Yesterday I made the yummiest blueberry compote. I am fairly convinced I can give some chefs a bun for their honey. All I need to do is lose some risk aversion and La will be born.
La, a song on everyone's lips
La, a name on their fingertips
La, a note that followed so
More and more and more and more
La, for every girl
For every shiny curl
Of soft hair, of a happy mouth
Of a friendly face that's headed south
La with coziness that stays
La my favourite place
La with dusty books and
Sparkling plates.......
And blueberry compote.
* SNAP!*
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
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blueberry compote ... maybe next time.
definitely, when vons has a shorter queue. one of the most comfortable weekends in ages. :)
your words are intriguing me of late..."comfortable"..."delirious"...I have I believe lost mine...at least for now.
writer's block?
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