The Windows Were Open
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
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I Made Bread, I Made Tea, and I Made Iced Tea
Bread was a bit of a beast, and I knocked the air out of it. The master bedroom was mine now with its whitewashed wooden walls and fireplace. It had a huge bed, spread with white linens and a very puffy comforter. Back in the kitchen, I made tea and looked at my bread. Almost. Not quite yet.
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