crumbs on the table
the lingering smell of toast
a day with promise
crumbs
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crumbs on the table
the lingering smell of toast
a day with promise
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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Ellen Grace Olinger
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Like the smell of toast
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Yes, exactly – toast and coffee.
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