9.1.11

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. -Heinrich Heine

I crossed the pavement and sat on my bike, I thought it was strange but I had to adapt to my change of century. I rode it all the way to the flower store and bought magnolias on a glass container. When back home I put the container beside the kitchen window, I baked cookies and arranged a dish with the cookies, the magnolias and glass marbles. The cookies looked so good that I ended not eating them.

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