I shall remember these early mornings,
with a basket in my hand, half asleep
the vivid colours and scents
the birds and the bugs
the rising sun
the silence
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also
the late evenings
cleaning jars, peeling, cutting
cooking fruits into jams and spreads
knitting during a long and slow card game
my always cold bed,and a neverending bus ride
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